Your mouth says, ‘go ahead and kiss me.’
Your arms say, ‘go ahead and hug me.’
Your bum says, ‘go on; give me a squeeze.’
Your back says, ‘go ahead and rub me.’
Your lap says, ‘go on then; sit on me.’
Your hair says, ‘go on; move me about.’
But your voice ruins it, when it says,
“Go away and stop checking me out.”
23 November 2008