Nose to stone, Wearing smooth, Casting sparks, Dirty moves?

Your nose, your eyes, your tap, your fridge, your car, your clock, a river under the bridge. None have legs, yet they all do this.

Laundry goes in me. Or I make you wait... What could I clearly be To describe such a state?

On icy days, a second skin, To warm your fingers, snug within. A hand's old friend, it fits like fate, A cozy shell for every date.

I wait in silence, small and still, yet spring to life with sudden will. Temptation lures you to my snap - a piece of cheese, a ...