What use the arm you say?
Ah! the charm of the arm t’ xplain by half ain’t that banal. Beauty resides with duty at command at the press of a thought or finger; For, look down the smooth route o’erhanging your hard shoulder! The thick, earthy deltas of yer five fingers like iambic pentametres, they pierce the ether at their ethereal ends. Such delicacy to a sight it gives, might not I seek some for the palate to savour? With one arm you wield this delicious magic, with the other caress my curly tress while my back I rest. As I lay… and also claim you in total–fingers, arms and all.