Stepping Out

If I step out, you'll find me in the glare
Of street lamps in a second; do I blend
With darkness? Am I lissom? Must you stare
At my sleek, slender form?

Can you defend
The way you slip from shades to quietly greet
My cheek with your firm kiss? If girlish blush
Is what you look for, then you need not seek
Much further;

For you sense the blood will rush
To heat my countenance; and, then, you'll dare,
No doubt, to take me firmly, usher me,
My darkling, shadowed eyes and mass of hair,
To just where you would wish us;

Scrutiny
Will merely add more colour to the mix,
As you engage and raise my skirt about
My waist to slide in hard with ardent prick's
Keen, penetrative guile;

Once I've stepped out...