Mistaken at Dusk

At dusk, I see her eyes are small and they
Are hazel after all; I was mistook
For having clothed her, when she would sachay
Right through the room; her dress left on a hook
In the wardrobe, since naked works for her;
And sexual is the feeling she would like
To get across - let everyone concur:
Her breasts are rather wonderful - a sight
For those sore eyes that watch her slowly pass
And those licked lips and hungry teeth: to bite:
That bosom should be tasty, and that arse
Could be so wonderful, but don't forget:
The girl has got a pussy and it's wet...

(leastways - that's what the wicked dusky lady begged me to tell youse)