Exotic Body Parts

You say your anatomical snuff box

Cannot accommodate my proboscis

And my hairy glabella

Is not my best seller

.

And your lovely lunulae

Wave me off every day

All of your body parts, mundane and exotic

Are fuel for my drives, untamed and erotic

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Inhale my seductive nostrum

Placed right under your philtrum

Don't deny the scratch for my itch

That persists as pruritic acnestis

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You narrow your canthi

When giving me stink-eye

But paired dimples of Venus

Provoke spread of my genus

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So why keep your legs akimbo

Just to offer me Limbo?

Perhaps your parts would be better

If they weren't so altogether

.

I could have a bag, for each part, titular

A collection of each part singular

And every very lonesome now and then

I could put you back together again