The combination to my heart can't be smashed open with a mallet
Nor even by the skilful hand of a master lock-picker

It can't be opened with honey soaked words of desire
Nor the saccharine sweetness of heady lust

Because his patience is infinite
His timing is perfect
His need is as great as mine
And he KNOWS me
Like no other

And what HE does, he DOES so very, very gently
That this lock opens wide
and in it
A heart beating passionately

How could it not
How could I resist
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I wouldn't
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And
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I didn't.

An original poem by Tulip1969 (First published elsewhere on 13/04/2012)

:)