Tangles

I'm sending you a kiss for each that came my way and I could reach. That makes a thousand now, with ease but could send a million please? Soon, if you're game, we'll have inflation which calls for one big celebration. To count each kiss we need to hover, in bed, and under cotton cover, there, we would place each with great care onto the skin (it must be bare) , the one who places must keep track of the reaction, front or back. Then, other regions are explored and, once again, the tally scored. A time-consuming task it is and in the end, I'll be your wiz, and you are mine if you desire, by then our loins may be on fire. I am a trifle lazy, sweet however, I will touch your feet and work my way to all your zones, through hills and valleys, funny bones and secret places, dry or wet I praise the moment when we met. I say let's tangle, you and me and squeeze our way to harmony.