Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

Invitation

At last freed from your
  siren call, from the
tender recesses of your flesh
  I thought to find your soul...  

O, bitter irony
  How you mocked me
leeringly, darting 
  tongue curling lasciviously
round the corners of
  your moist red lips...

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Quoth Theraven March 24, 2020 at 10:34 AM Gershon, This is delicious imagery and irony at it's finest. -Richard Gershon Wolf March 24, 2020 at 3:25 PM Gosh, thanks for the endorsement, Richard. Stay safe and healthy! Cheers, Gershon

Panagiota Romios March 23, 2020 at 10:54 AM Liked this one, Gershon.....very thought provoking verse Panagiota xx Gershon Wolf March 23, 2020 at 7:37 PM Thanks for the encouragement, Panagiota, and glad this one works for you. Best wishes and stay healthy! ~ Gershon

M. L. Kiser March 23, 2020 at 6:24 AM Clever pen. Gershon Wolf March 23, 2020 at 7:36 PM Thank you so much, M.L. Peace, Gershon

Connie Marcum Wong March 23, 2020 at 4:00 AM I love this Gershon! Women seem to have such power over men and there in lies their strength. xxoo Gershon Wolf March 23, 2020 at 7:33 PM Yeah, we men are weaklings when in the presence of a beautiful woman. It was ever aye. :) Gershon

CayCay Godwin March 23, 2020 at 1:52 AM You went deep. This profound write gave me quite a think. You did good! Poetry hugs ... CayCay Gershon Wolf March 23, 2020 at 7:32 PM I went deep; Mrs. Obama went to sleep. (Take-off on her 'He goes low; we go high). Thank you for your kind assessment of this one, CayCay. Peace, Gershon