My love for you is so profound
I often lay upon the ground
writhing there in overwhelming passion.

I want to kiss your eyes and hips,
caress your nose and slurp your lips
succumbing to my boundless sexual attraction.

I yearn to lick some salty sweat
and know that you have no regret
as we both squeeze our torsos like constrictors.

I hope to see you beam and smile
as you amaze and I beguile
clad only in my polka-dotted knickers.

I long to hear you scream and groan
and watch you convulse as you moan
and cry out loving curses in our bedroom.

I ache to see your two legs flail
and not be able to exhale
because you hardly leave me any headroom.

I pray to watch your dark eyes roll
as I say something hot yet droll
and hear your final thrilling passionate shrieks.

You are my all, my china doll,
my sweet French maid, my biker moll.
But since you’re rubber all I get is squeaks.