Locksmith

Attempting
to understand
complex
security surrounding
heart,
I wonder:

Might gentle hands
rub away
doubt?
Could head
brushing thighs,
cheek caressing
swelling need
cause deadbolt to open?

Perhaps kisses,
coating stomach, across
nipples; eager mouth
awaiting, anticipating
sweet attention...
possibly,
therein the answer.

There is no door,
I cannot open
No combination
I cannot discover.
For treasure within
holds great reward,
ultimately,
desire.

So, with patience,
I try
until, finding
perfect fit
key slides into lock
tumblers turn
and you come
inside.