I dream about you at night –
about your secrets and treasures and lies
I spy on you, I plan.
The day I touched you,
caressed you, probed you the very first time –
the overwhelming desire to posses you
has consumed my mind.
You act as nothing happened, unmoved
hiding behind walls and locks.
Your silence mocking my efforts –
no squeak, no creak, not even whine
to my desperate break-in tries.
My knees are chaffed, my fingers bleed
Oh how I wish to know where is your key.
Phew…I was really struggling with this one.