My Whole Being

I love you,
With all my heart.
As well as some other parts.
My mouth,
For instance.
Loves to kiss your lips.
My hands,
Love to grasp.
Your swaying hips.
My fingers,
Stroke.
Where? I’ll leave unsaid.
The other bits,
I choose to use,
Well, they get busy whilst we’re in bed.
I love you,
With all my heart.
I think you know it’s my whole being, not just any single part.

Fingers

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.

I wish they could stroke your soft warm skin,

Slip inside your mouth, to wet for sin.

My fingers caress, gliding over,

Down your neck and over your shoulder.

Tracing down your arching spine,

To cup that arse, that’s oh so fine.

My fingers feel how you are,

They sense if you’re near, or if you’re far.

They gauge whether I’m right or wrong,

They decide if you cum, just how strong.

Fingers do oh so much good,

I wish right now my fingers could.