Exotic Body Parts in Dysarray

You say your anatomical snuff box

Cannot accommodate my proboscis

And my hairy glabella

Is not my best seller

And your lovely lunulae

Wave me off every day

All of your body parts, mundane and exotic

Are fuel for my drives, untamed and erotic

Inhale my seductive nostrum

Placed right under your philtrum

Don't deny the scratch for my itch

That persists as pruritic acnestis

You narrow your canthi

When giving me stink-eye

But paired dimples of Venus

Provoke spread of my genus*

So why keep your legs akimbo

Just to offer me Limbo?

Perhaps your parts would be better

If they weren't so altogether

I could have a bag, for each part, titular

A collection of each part singular

And every very lonesome now and then

I could put you back together again

(*Alternate line deleted for propriety.)