Upon your chest, lies a pelt,
the softest skin I've ever felt.
My fingertips,
dry and cold,
caress your skin.
For you I'm sold.

Between our touch,
a goose appears.
With skin so tight,
My heart, it seers.

I yearn for more,
but I'm unsure,

If...

A feeling so real,
with such appeal,
can be so real,
but you don't feel.

For you, young Quelf,
my knees are weak.
Fer me, myself,
it's more you seek.

If only you knew,
my little boo,
perfection at best.
I do attest!
You'd put to rest,
this hope for 'more',
and let 'us' soar.

All I ask,
is for a sign,
of trust, or lust,
just something divine,
to show you're mine...
But if you can't,
or if you shan't,
I'll have to find,
someone kind,
who likes my mind.

Love,
Andypandypood'npie