After Dusk

Dusk thickens into darkness while we talk;
Outlines and surfaces soon disappear;
We'd hear the chiming of a distant clock,
But we're too busy kissing; and won't halt
When you press me down hard and your hands steer
Their way beneath my dress; then you take stock
Of all the pleasures that, in monochrome,
Will so delight you in the night landscape;
As you storm shadowed battlements; then seize
Control, so I surrender; and you own
Your prisoner of conscience; you will make
Me wriggle in the inky black; you'll ease
My panties down and  have me, as you must:
Now darkness dominates all after dusk.