I let him in
Through the back door
He alone
Holds the password.
Seldom knocks
But often enough;
Through the tiny peephole
Of the unresolved,
I take the chain
Off the door.
I keep my skirt
While he unbuttons my heart
That door policy is rough
But he earns my trust;
That love hurts
'Til a gentle push.
Unlock
The secrets to my core;
The fissure
Of pleasure
For a full-frontal
Of my soul.
He sneaks
In the back door
Only he knows
The password;
No one is welcome
But one.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
I let him in
Through the back door
He alone
Holds the password.
Seldom knocks
But often enough;
Through the tiny peephole
Of the unresolved,
I take the chain
Off the door.
I keep my skirt
While he unbuttons my heart
That door policy is rough
But he earns my trust;
That love hurts
'Til a gentle push.
Unlock
The secrets to my core;
The fissure
Of pleasure
For a full-frontal
Of my soul.
He sneaks
In the back door
Only he knows
The password;
No one is welcome
But one.
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