The knock

She knocks upon my door once she’s prepared
To do my bidding in the way to please
Me; she will entertain me on her knees;
Her mouth is wet and eager; I’ve compared
It to so many delights, I have bared
My cupboard of all similes; I’ll seize
Her hair and hold her close so she can tease
My hardness; pleasure rises; She’d have dared
To suck and lick and taste throughout the night,
Had I not wanted more and made her bend;
So that she touched the floor and the fine locks
Of her hair were spread out; but, she’ll excite
Me more, with how she’s spread the other end:
Her doors are well prepared and my need knocks.