Bodysuit

Eye, make up your mind Undressing me like a windscreen wiper, Up and down Until your sprinklers emit a teary drool Then dressing me up? Make up your mind See to your heart’s content Glued to my perfect composition Watch until your eyelid dries up I’ll blow you a wet kiss to moisturise it Hand me your caress I can feel you all over me In your line of vision Lend me a gentle stroke, But you cannot touch Softly press all the pressure points, Until the gushing waterfall And you ****** a wink And maybe forces you to shut Are you convinced that I wear genuine leather, A flawless bodysuit? Goosebumps decorate the beautiful design Finger trails dissolving as it deflates and inflates Your complexion paling and reddening instantly Hold your nervous emission Then open the other eye Into a permanent stare Thabang Jan Ngoma