This was originally going to be a poem, but I might as well just write it as a monologue.
"Let me tell you a little something about the human heart.
It's a very sensitive organ. We can't breathe without it. Live without it, and ertainly can't without it. The more adrenaline you let run through your body, the harder it pumps. To compare the heart to your private parts isn't as farfetched as you may believe. For the private parts are also sensitive, and easy to irritate, rupture and damage, if you aren't the least bit careful. Only a fool would let just anyone touch it. Only those you trust will not do any kind of damage to it.
I hope you have the magic touch. Someone out there is looking for it."
This sounds way too much like a safe sex PDA, but I wanted to write something that connects the heart to the penis: I found it's a sensitive and sacred thing. And even though some of us are choosy on who we let touch it, we are always wishing someone was up to do so. Am I making any sense on it?