Dirt Caked Folds

Take these hands, empty more now than ever
Turn them over, hide the dirt stained lines
Trace the veins over knuckles, kiss the fingers

I want to be used by you.I am a funcion.
I am eyes to see and a mouth to convince.
I am only what I am put to do.
Please do not confound me.
Do not ask me what of myself, what of mine.

I just want to be used.That is all I have for you.
I offer you everything.
Complete and uncomplex.
And yet, this makes me less than human?