Doorway

Do not enter greedily.
I am not ready
To entrust you yet
With my secret.

Place your fingers around my knob
But dare not come inside to rob.
Slowly trace, along my crevice slide
But do not spread me open wide.

First press yourself against me gently
Listen for a sign of entry.
I will tell you when it's time
With the rhythm of my rhyme.

Until then linger without a sound
Imagination keeping you around.
As I ignite you with my tongue
Whispering ancient tunes unsung.

When my resistance is wearing thin
and I ache enough to let you in.
Tired of taunting drop by drop
I will beg you in to never stop.

From: finding mr right