He stood before her door And, praying, hoped that she would let him in Planning what to do To say a word To smile To reach to touch her face To draw her close Caress and stroke and slowly bare her breast To lift her skirt To touch the tender flesh To reach within the warm, wet, silky depths that drew him To lead her to the bed and lie with her To use his hands and tongue And all the skill he could command To show her heights she’d never known Until at last when joyous shudders Spoke of pleasures found To enter Bringing pleasures greater still And thrusting try to join her in a moment He could not deserve But wanted as he wanted her So with a sigh He stood before her door And, knocking, hoped that she would let him in.