Back door

I let him in

Through the back door

He alone
Holds the password.

Seldom knocks
But often enough;

Through the tiny peephole
Of the unresolved,

I take the chain
Off the door.

I keep my skirt

While he unbuttons my heart

That door policy is rough

But he earns my trust;

That love hurts

'Til the gentle push.

Unlock

The secrets to my core;

The fissure 

Of pleasure

For a full-frontal
Of my soul.

He sneaks

In the back door

Only he knows

The password;

No one is welcome
But one.