A mess of convoluted loveliness

There's something sexy there all right,
Your legs, your hands, your can-can thighs,
all balanced on a tiny chair,
and Venus, too revealed,
shy-blurred and sleight.

I'd make love with you a-gusto
if you'd only let me in,
and show me where,
and how I might begin,
provided first, of course...
you promised not to bite.

God help me, what a mess,
of convoluted loveliness, you are.
Something unafraid and free
In all your unashamed sensuality.