Gentle Taps

She taps at his door, timidly for once
She wants to light his candle, if she can
And add the warmth and wetness that a cunt’s
Delightful predilection gives a man;
The blood glows heatedly beneath her skin
The skin is soft and perfumed and so brown
That any man, who wants her, should begin
To taste her caramel and go to town;
Her copper eyes light up and her smile's bright,
His colour does not matter, but the cock:
It’s something she can dwell on and delight
And love, with lips so soothing, it could shock
The gentleman and candle that, perhaps,
She can ignite with her so gentle taps.