Evening Shadows

I love the evening shadows that descend
Upon me, as I wait for you to come;
My legs are bared, but that's expected; wend
Your way up to my perch; admit you're one,
Who longs to see a little more of me;
Each fraction should improve the sweets caressed -
I've offered up on steps besides the sea -
Your hand can cup and stroke with interest;
 
I love the evening shadows that descend,
As you do, just as well, my dear night hawk;
I love the way pressed fingers seem to blend
With my wetness; it stops all futile talk;
I focus thought on where a strong hand brings
Sweet, perfumed scent to shadowy evenings.