Lizard hotfoots into my room on tiptoe. At night.

(Inspired by the morning, The Killers, and my resident reptiles)

Limpid lizard on the wall
Of manic toes and wherewithal.
Your dino run and webfoot funk
Have made my simple heart go thunk.
When we meet, your eyes go bug,
And flush we turn in mental hug.
There cannot be a tryst too much
with live and bumpy skin to touch.
Though suitors line the avenue
I will not play parvenu.
So twitch your toe and flick your bum
and tell me you and I are chum.