The fingers I hold

Little fingers I hold on my hand,
lifted my dying soul from the abyss,

Little eyes I adore to gaze,
awoken the sleeping senses to life,

Little gauzy lips of your mouth,
shocked those sensitive parts of me,

Little legs those danced the floor,
pranced on my heels and ankles,

Little tongue that you out now and then,
caressed my heart till lust last forever,

Little brows those tickled those ears,
you let it continue again now,

Till I hold those little fingers,
until we walk the way to the tomb.