An Erotic Limerick

My darling, I have a request. Would you mind if I held you and pressed both my lips and my face to your secretive place while my hands are at rest on your breasts? And carressing, each nipple will rise, an expected and welcome surprise. Ah, bonjour, le lavage c'est pour moi, mon visage! New dimensions may soon alter size. Disentangled, we're sensing a tide in a hurried ascent you're astride. As we catch the next wave sweeping into the cave to the end of the velvet inside. Liquid tears without salt we become, in a storm where the mind must go numb. As the poetry flows as it fills you with prose, we hold hands with each other and hum. Is there something this life can provide that would have you or me satisfied? As they chase after gold our happy hands hold better jewels by far and by wide.