Do not enter greedily. <br />I am not ready <br />To entrust you yet <br />With my secret. <br />Place your fingers around my knob, <br />But dare not come inside to rob. <br />Slowly trace, along my crevice slide, <br />But do not spread me open wide. <br />First press yourself against me gently, <br />Listen for a sign of entry. I will tell you when it's time, <br />With the rhythm of my rhyme. Until then linger without a sound; <br />Letting imagination keep you around. <br />I'll ignite you with my tongue, <br />Whispering ancient tunes unsung. <br />And when my resistance wearing thin, <br />Aches enough to let you in, <br />Tired of taunting dropp by drop, <br />I'll beg of you in to never stop. <br />This is Shelley Cates Martin, author of this poem. www.findingmrright.net<br /><br />Matthew Soriano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-enter-greedily/
