Eddie loved to take her hand,
like the gentlemen of yore,
and with a flourish that was grand,
kiss each silver ring she wore.

Friends often wondered why it was
her hand alone for which he bowed,
but he would only say "it does
not fit for you to delve, dear crowd."

And she! She knew the reason why
and only smiled when watching how
on fragrant cream he came to dine,
his face as solemn as a vow.

And thus each greeting, so it went:
her hand in his, he'd lick his lips
and breathe in deep that perfect scent
of pussy on her fingertips.