Affording Entry (Quatern)

My blouse and skirt are slung over a chair    
I kneel and lift my head; then you can see      
Your cock uncovered by my tender care:      
The gently-parted mouth affords entry;      
      
Will you press to my throat? Now, after dusk,      
My blouse and skirt are slung over a chair;      
Into this vivid rosebud? Do you trust      
My sucking lips to sooth your hard affair?      
     
My breasts may droop a little, as you share      
The sight of them - your hands strip my brassiere;      
My blouse and skirt are slung over a chair,      
And are soon joined by silken underwear.      
     
My lips are sealed; but it is not the cat      
That's got my tongue; I'm nude and I don't dare      
To meditate a retreat, given that      
My blouse and skirt are slung over a chair.