Stop Light Occurence

Your eyes are undressing me
when I’d rather stay fully clothed.
I don’t appreciate the mental rips,
the tears
revealing my pumping,
throbbing
heart,
pulsating there beneath
your lupine eyes.

You’re imagining my lips,
painted red,
dancing feverishly against
your chest.
Well sir,
I prefer a pinky coral,
and they’ll be staying firmly on
my face.

You see my legs,
wrapped around your
portly, porcine gut,
grabbing for better purchase,
higher ground.
Too bad for you,
as my legs are staying
tightly together today.

Heaven only knows
what you’re thinking
about my toes.

Now, if you don’t mind,
your light is green,
and I’d like to cross
the street soon.