You are my Superwoman.
In your red, gold and blue, 
You know just what you do.

Those boots, those thighs, 
My eyes, my sighs, 
You are super, woman.

On your chest
Firm high breasts, 
Nipples to caress.

A tiny pelmet skirt
Hanging on round hips
Luscious as your lips.

Long flowing hair
Falling over shoulders bare,
Warm eyes beyond compare.

Superwoman, be fair.

I’ve enjoyed the view, 
Admired you, too, 
But it’s time to end
This role play, my friend.

Stop the act, make it fact.
Come to me, lose the suit, 
And let me taste the fruit
Of my super woman.