it is a very part of you.
That little piece that you see,
more of it than you see me.
Sometimes it's dirty or warm with sweat,
and at other times as clean as it can get.
Oh, that sweet little piece of flesh,
with it my lips want to mesh.
What is that little purlicue?
That makes me want to do to you.
It is the little "web" that lingers,
between your thumb and your fingers!