When It Is Dark

My dark eyes draw him in, as do my lips,
He tells me before pressing me to knees;  
He bids me smile and crouch there with spread thighs
He'll watch my soft flesh tremble at the zip's
Descent; and I see equipment to please
Someone like me; I love to blink my eyes,
So I can look quite gauche, if my blouse rips,
(For he exudes desires and has to seize
Clothing with all the force he can devise) ;
He murmurs quite ecstatically: "Your tits
Were really made for fucking." Lust is stark
Once my eyes draw him in, when it is dark...