There's not a part of your body

I wouldn't touch

You could chop off my hands

Yet still they would grope

Longing to touch your flesh and hold

Your firmness


There's not a part of your body

I wouldn't lick

You could cut out my tongue

And still it would moved of it's own accord

Over every square inch

of your lusciouness


There's not a part of your body

I wouldn't kiss

You could ripp off my lips

Still they would silently call your name

And remain succulent and moist

for your pleasure


There's not a part of your body

I wouldn't love

You could tear out my heart

And still it would beat for you

The heat of my passion

keeping it alive