Hold me in your arms, Toni sang,
Play me all night long like that Spanish guitar.
He told me he draws inspiration from that song –
He said he would thrum and strum
Long-stroke, deep-stroke, maybe even a bit of a back-stroke…
No stopping till I beg to cum.
I believe him, you see
He has that look about him, that feel –
That aura about him that calls to the deep
Deep feminine within –
You know the one?
The one that says ‘Don’t play with fire?’
L’enfant du soleil, ain’t even scared,
I say bring it on, set me free.
I wonder though if he’s ready?
No really – someone should warn him, someone should tell him:
I studied at Thandiswa’s feet,
And my song is he,
One that I’ll play every night till three.
Who’s the instrument and who the maestro?
Perhaps a concerto? The third part’s God’s –
That’s no typo.