April 28, 2010
posted by admin
Locks
Come to me,
Lay with me,
I want to take you all in,
Deeply,
Steal your air,
Smell your skin,
Tempt in silent darkness,
Bare.
Hover,
Skim the rims
Of my cavern,
Fair.
Detect for what I protect,
Treasure,
As you dare to explore for
Pleasure.
And if you wish for entry,
It will be granted,
I resist no more,
The locks to my door grow weak.
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