Gentle Sphere

My gentle sphere, fitted more, still.... I spared Spattered words of heart, yet! Not purloin Bit by bit are words of him, slowly cared His circumspect steps I look, always in cocoon Be like a Mickey not to add to your meek Being sportive and an erect stamen, could you be? Hand creativity and thinking, would you keen? Pals and swarms indeed, are there to feed Classy swell of your cheek, glassy bite is seen Shy! Hands rub on his chin, even without no need. I know a hush-hush, your finger up to scratch the head, A cool gentle sphere you are, that's the world I learn.