Behind Locked doors,
Olive skin,
Salty and smooth,
Impenetrable hands,
My every night,
Hearing me,
Hearing those four letters put together,
It opened the floodgates,
The soft, sumptuous core,
A bittersweet mixture of  fractured past and resplendent future.
Cloaked behind your mask of worldly expectation,
Behind the unsturdy wall of your desire to be champion,
The Hero,

Behind locked doors,
Blemishes were abolished,
Bodies were merely stepping stones,
Stepping stones to something higher.

Behind locked doors,
You hide.