Look at me.
Just look at me.
Aren’t I the most beautiful thing,
The most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?
Cross your heart and hope to die,
Stick a needle in your eye,
Look at me, and try
Try to tell yourself that lie.
Tell yourself you don’t want to lick me,
That it is unmanly to flick me, slurp me
Rub and all over, slobber
As if I was made from clabber.
Look me in the eye.
Go on, look.
See how I glisten, see how I cry
Sticky tears brought forth by crook –
– Of finger, or elbow or knee
But truly best the tongue
Can’t you see?
You do me grave wrong
When you ignore,
My little nub?
How can anything so tender yet so strong,
Arouse an emotion
other that lust, licentiousness
Or the purest love?
So be I pink or red or black,
Think of me when you give it a squeeze, a tug
A slap, a tickle, a whack
and be grateful for your – or your partner’s – little cog.