At long last

I meet you by the door
and pin you ‘gainst the wall.
And when you can’t take any more
I drag you down the hall.

I tease you out of every thread
until your flesh is bare
and lay you down upon the bed,
atop a halo of your hair.

I discard my clothes
and draw up to your side
and watch the blushing rose
that you shyly try to hide.

And, at last, we begin
our long-awaited night of sin.