Touching the Heart

Please never touch the heart, if you can't love:  
It's shameful to dissemble, when you can't      
Bring something to the party; and, above    
All, please me with your presence; no, I shan't    
Make compromises just to fit your gift,    
Because you need to work on it; improve    
Your stance and, then, our amours may uplift    
The heart; and your intentions may well move      
Me to slip my skirt off; top too (you wish);    
And follow it with underwear that slips    
Down to the floor to show this tasty dish,    
To be saliva-garnished  by your lips,    
Before you fill pussy with your fine part:    
I love to love: let my cunt feel your heart.