Unloosed

He finds himself unloosening the hooks
Of her dress, where the darkness and the gloom,
Prevail, while she simply stands and looks
Away from him; as her body assumes
A passive pose, but soon the dripping silk
Will puddle round her ankles by the bed;
And he will join her erect; she will milk
The fluids from him; once the come has sped
Right down her throat, she will be rather warmed
And insulated from the winter winds;
But he throws back the covers and soon storms
Her inner sanctum, that is so designed
To give him pleasure through inclement weather,
And help him find, once unloosed, she's a treasure...