Each leg, each arm has a name.
Trails lead across the chest.
Hands are antennae, always
seeking. Lips can swell
with passion. The throat
vibrates and voice will come.
Put your fingers there. Eyes
watch the moon for original light.
Each leg, each arm has a name.
Trails lead across the chest.
Hands are antennae, always
seeking. Lips can swell
with passion. The throat
vibrates and voice will come.
Put your fingers there. Eyes
watch the moon for original light.