Waiting at the window for Him.

I see him from the window where my soul sits waiting
for the turn of key.
He is the incarnation of my too high expectations  
yet I dream and search for
One who peeks at my thoughts
then throws the door open  
to challenge each one.
Tickling and probing the hidden little spots,
exposing the secrets,
then tucking them into his own pocket.
My inner rooms laid bare before him,
always asking more,
knowing more,
accepting all as his private treasure.
No one gets past the guard he sets around me
because he values each gem mined.
He is a force of personality.  
Strength unmatched.  
Sending chills to my core with a look alone.  
My Sir, who by day is great among the thousands and by night,  
takes me to the dungeon of his darkness where he finds in me, alone,
his own home.