Sex-Filled Summer

My sadness saturates summer's sunset,
Advancing quite contrarily to dusk;
So, if I leave my eyelids to blink wet
And mournful tears away, it's to adjust
For your intimidation as night falls;
As ill-starred fortune fades, your demands rule
My heart, though total dominance appals  
Convention in a fashion that may fool
Most people, but will never pass me by;
Now that I know your truths, which, with the sun's
Departure, find fruition, here's my why:
It glistens on my kissed lips; passion stuns
Me into silence as you take your rights
And pound me through dark, sex-filled summer nights.