So Tell Me...

So tell me Eyes, can my words make you wet?
What about a poem of praise, a confession of lust?
Come on Tits, I’ll keep it between us.
I’ll whisper enticement, you can promise frustration.
How about phones sex or mutual masturbation?

So tell me thighs, can my words make you wet?
What about a promise of Grace or obsession with trust?
Come on Lips, I’ll keep it between us.
You’ll give a reason, justifiable emotional treason.
How about ten more years to cut our teeth on?