Lover's Bones
The arms were bent to such degree
my elbows formed a pickle.
Where girls would laugh and carefully rub;
their actions all but fickle.
My knobby knees would catch their eye
alluring them with teeter.
My sex appeal was next to God.
Their motions now a beater.
My ankles seen as swollen out
would beckon for embrace.
When girls would reach to grab my frame.
Me blushing some disgrace.
My chin bone coming to a point
was shunning all but tempting.
The ladies wondering where it stops.
Not one of them exempting.
With knuckles bulging sightly bones
These beads of flesh made ripe.
A xylophone of sexy music
that women find their type.
My greatest feature boldly out.
A forehead bright to sight.
My headbone shining "Here I Am"
for which most women fight.
And finally not forgetting this-
My greatest gift to part.
I won't be sharing any of this,
for no bone is a heart.
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