The gates have been locked, rusted tight
A barrier to most, secure, impenetrable
A fortress defended both day and night
The obstructions infatiguable

This precious woman, fair and slight
Out of nowhere, stumbled on this place
Released the bonds with all her might
Walked on in with all her grace

The fortress saw her beauty, her charm
The gates resisted but had no choice
Welcomed inside to do no harm
Pleasures felt from a sultry voice

Once inside her body embraced
The fortress laid bare
The coldness of the stone, away was chased
All by this woman so rare

The fires are lit, the fortress now warm
Her heart it now borrows
Hoping the feelings will never be torn
Or it causes her any sorrows

In time the fair maiden will leave
But the fires will burn
The fortress will settle at its ease
Bit will no longer yearn

The gates may close but not to shield
To conserve and hold
To protect this woman’s emotional yield
More valuable than gold
Bri50 Bri50
51-55, M
1 Response Aug 22, 2014

Your poems are wonderful. Thank you for sharing them with us.