Poem

I’m curious to look

Just to check in

The house with the white door

Has demons within

I’m always ready to peek inside

What hides behind those white blinds

I love to see those big brown eyes

Watching me from the windows

As I walk by

I miss the comfort of his claws

His evil brought distraction

From my flaws

I’ll never forget his grin

But not more than

His skin touching my skin

~Incubus