At this ungodly hour
her rapt knocks at my treasure trove
breaths out fire,
her urge flush hot.
In an impatience that wouldn’t wait,
she lingers at my doorway
but my door is shut.
Her intimate attire that has melted
the will of even the strongest
unzip n’ tug down.
Yes! She’s a guest, deserves hospitality
I’ll not open
she’s not my Queen.
She’ll not have the key to my fly
she’ll not un-cage my beast.
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