At The Door Poem by Jeri Martindale

Standing here in your doorway
My hand raising to knock.

Frozen for a moment,
Tick tock; tick tock

Knock, knock
open wide.

A lustful look
Covers both our eyes!

This was planned, no surprise
The door opens, walking inside.

The dance begins
With him circling his prey.

Standing stone still
I won't look away.

That devilish grin
On his pure face.

Not a single fear,
No need to escape.

My heart beats loudly
My body covered in chills

His energy consuming me
As he touches my skin.

Slowly he pulls me
In for the kill.

Only I'm not dying yet,
I am so alive.

Is it safe to say,
He brings the temptress in me to life?

What shall I do
To him now?

As my skin wraps
Around his skin.

Now it's me
That's pulling him in.

Mmmm..mmmmm. I smile,
This is where the fun begins.