After Sun

She really would not mind a little fun,
But she might be exposed during the day:
So should she wait until the day is done
And shadowed corners form places to play?

She really would not mind a little fun
In the dusky darkness, where desire
Can warm the parts, neglected by the sun,
Which can't be overheated by sir's fire;

She really would not mind a little heat
That burns a living blush upon her cheeks;
Ah! For the livid heat upon her seat
That would keep her blush alive for weeks!

A little fun can be so hard to find
When she's assaulted by dolts and poltroons;
But when they're out of sight, her naughty mind
Can be induced to such fun that she swoons