Having it so

Late night: it's time to read; so please be quiet;
I lie back with a book - there's no surprise
In my face, as I focus on a diet
Of clever words and phrases, while your eyes
Stray to my open nightgown, let the swell
Of flesh that is thus revealed reassure
You that I'm your creation - you can tell;
Though thoughts are far away, they still can cure
Your lack of inspiration; I exude
The happy consciousness you almost touch
Seeing lace covered nipples - were they nude,
Resistance would be futile and you'd clutch
Vague translucent garments, so I'd know
You do this just because you'd have it so.