Close the door; keep him in...

There are things outside that could hurt him

I'll keep him satisfied and safe from harm

I can wine him and dine him and make him shine

Nothing would hurt him if he were mine

I could nourish him with desire and food for thought,

for dessert, rapture and love beyond compare

He could drink from the sweet nectar of lover's wine

I could whisper away the rain and shower him instead

with the ecstasy and warmth of passion devine

But wait!

Should I close the door; keep him out?

You know...

there are things inside of him that could hurt me...