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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 orgasm 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
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Thabang Ngoma
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