Peaceful Silence

My pretty summer dress is made of peace,
Coloured with the perfect shade of quiet;
It comes off silently and warms the beast
That sits within your heart; it feeds the diet
Of your arousal, sir, as do the silks
And satins that you will find underneath;
Then below these you'll find two breasts: each milks,
When needed, your hard engine for relief,
There it can slide on cleavage, up and down
And find its heated target in my face,
Which blushes: who would not to see cock crown
Spit cum and, then, explode, so you can trace
Viscous initials in tranquillity,
While peaceful silence rules pleasurably...