FAIR EXCHANGE

they met on the computer
strictly cyber sort of tryst
they joked around and then they found
their chat became more spiced

they could not meet each other
for they lived so far apart
but ardor swelled and nothing quelled
the beating of their hearts

as it was bound to happen
very soon they fell in love
to be complete, they'd have to meet
when push came down to shove

but the miles that lay between them
proved a monumental wall
the couple, vexed, quit sending texts
and made long distance calls

but they desired more closeness
than the vacuum of their flirt
and on a whim, she said to him
"please mail to me, your shirt"

he understood completely
for he also craved her scent
and to his house, she sent her blouse
a shirt, to her, had went

the odors drove them crazy
and their passion went berserk
and driven mad, this lass and lad
put other plans to work

they traded their pajamas
then their underwear and socks
then only fair, they mailed some hair
in rubber banded locks

by this time they were manic
from the tang of all that stuff
they closer grew, but still they knew
it wasn't quite enough

one night she mentioned to him
in a moment of unrest
it would appeal, if she could feel
his hands upon her breasts

by luck, he knew a surgeon
and he launched a zany plan
the doctor bud, without much blood
dismembered both his hands

he had them packaged gaily
and away the bounty went
he'd love to see her face when she
first spied the gift he sent

then there was a knocking
at the door, the postman beamed
and he had brought, too big for slot
a box, or so he deemed

its seems his treasured flame
had gotten something off her chest
such paradox, for in this box
he found her lovely breasts

so therein lies the moral
keep those big hands to yourself
and charming breasts don't look their best
on some guy's bedroom shelf