Behind Closed Doors

The darkness is so Noir as the air is so brisk yet calming;

Hearing the crackle of fire outside my door tantalizing and teasing;

As my mind wanders off ....laying ever so still as the shadows creep past;

Gentle whispers kissing my ears... blowing warm nothings down my neck;

So Quiet...So Sweet...So Gentle...So Neat;

Warm thoughts and whispers climbing my sheets;

Velvet fingers passing through my hair scaling my backside to my cheeks;

Biting my nails as my body becomes weak;

So Quiet...So Sweet...So Gentle...So Neat;

Lips as soft as rose petals braising over and over;

Warm chills flowing through the room leaving me ever so still;

Dreaming of magic sailing in from the cracks of the door as I sleep;

The rising of a new day creeping through the cracks of the door;

I watch the shadows slowly pass me by;

So Calm...the air gently blowing from under the door;

Over my naked skin tickling me as I beg for more;

Never wanting out to see what's behind the closed door.