This is meant to be bawdy and in fun.

Poppycock
(or perhaps just a minor exaggeration)

In matters of which the size
has yet to be
determined,
Love makes itself
evident
to all concerned.

Rising between two lovers
to bridge the gap and fill the void.
“Fantastic!” one remarks,
“Isn’t it?”

“It’s just so …,”
refrains the other.

“Beauty is in the eye …
Hmmm. Our duty is …
Must not the World be peopled?”

“But such a minor beholding to latch
onto …. Has it arrived at its due maturity?”

“Doubt you my devotion?
Play you a jest upon my breast
and backside and nether regions?”

“On the contrary, does not the length and duration
of our consummation
portend the true nature
of our affinity.

“For the mere import of words on flesh
as lips on skin,
you break me.
Dost thou destroy me such?”

“Oh, do come back to bed.
Do.”