Vest

Why do you wear a vest? Do you really need to wear it? When you come to me… Don’t you think it prevents me From accessing you directly? Come to me only with your Buttoned up tucked in shirt, Leave the rest to me… What to do, how to do, How long and how well to do. The whys, hows and wherefores Of doing things to you… And when I do those things to you, You’ll come back to me again And again and again, and those Endless times and again… With that vestless shirt of yours So that I could do those things To you, unbuttoning so many ways Of seeking the pleasures in you. Don’t tell me where to begin. I know the beginnings and the endings The tops, the bottoms and the tips The line breaks and the paragraphs The commas, semi colons and full stops All that punctuates to the last dot. Not to forget your quest of queries And my answers of exclamations! I can do it in pairs or in singles I know all the mixes and the mingles I know what jerks and jingles! I just know what you want I can see it in your eyes… I can feel it in your quivering voice I can hear it in your ecstatic cries. Let me practise before the final play Let me trace you in your clothes - And see what your shirt and trousers Say! Hmmm…Feels Nice. Doesn’t it? What? You loved it! Wao! When? Oh, Yes! I know that feels Nice. When I touch you on those Tips of yours, in the collars And the pockets, on the left, The right, the sides and the folds Of that vestless shirt of yours - And the pivots of your trousers. Let’s get this over now. Lots of practice had its way Let’s now begin the final play I know and I can feel that Bulge. The Zip is panting to give you way But it has to wait, you see… For the buttons need to be undone One by one, don’t make haste Relax…slow down, breathe in, Breathe out, savour every moment Of your vestless shirt’s seduction As the Fun has only just begun!