Lover of her bodily functions

When you sneeze, oh the rapture!

To be showered post ah-choo.

A night heeding your nasal snores?

Spilleth over my love stew.

With each of your lurching hiccups

Oh how I do love you more.

To count your moles till the end of time?

Bliss, mon amour.

Your backsplash post garggle.

Your molars mid yawn.

With every scratch you satisfy

My world turns right from wrong.