All the ungainly bits of your body passed over for the bole of your ear, the pulse at the back of your jaw, the rolling round And I've done it again, ignored the pointed joints that swing your arms around me, the tendons pulling your fingers down my back, palms forgotten by wrist proximity, your knees on my wooden floor, your raised eyebrow my hand on your throat.
This is about no particular woman, but an amalgam of several I have known, with a bit of license thrown in. I also joked around a bit with the content, immediately ignoring the “boring” parts of a woman’s body for the stuff that gets written about more often. The second stanza is an attempt to bring the author back to the topic at hand, but then he gets a bit turned on and distracted, hence the abrupt ending.