My doorbell is for my friends,
not for strangers.

It's a friendly way to get invited inside.

My doorbell can be quietly stroked,
or touched in a way that sets off all my alarms.

To get to my doorbell requires patience, climbing my stairs,
bringing me higher.

Stroking my handrails gently and sensually,
caressing my balustrade,
tickling my doorknobs,
slowly teasing open my screens.

My friend, I love your approach, Slowly, slowly, until I am totally ready.

Vide, Vince, Veniam.

And I shall pay a call on you,
for your doorbell may be ready for me.