When lights go down

Dark lit Night
A lady homed at its presence
Her pale skin illuminates in the shadows
A slimmed figure
Fits a tight blackened dress
Waits on the bed with a glass of wine
Cold pale blue eyes piercing the man
Hair adapted in wilderness of midnight
All of her, diving him  insane
He's slaved, to her lustful desires as he undress
She stares in gloried power
Watching her pupil slaved in seduction
Crawling for a taste of her crimson lips
She calmly puts her glass down
Slides off her dress
Reveal bare skin as it glow
When she commands
Like a good dog, he abides and pleasures
Wet trails from her neck down
Vibration of moans
Figure of mastered appeal
Feeds her pet's hunger
Brutal desire grows intense
In flames they arouse
Plunge for satisfaction
Once fire is stoke
It lasts till sunrise