SHE TURNED OUT THE LIGHT

She turned out the light
upon our shared night,  
not letting folk see  
where we would soon be.  
One pull of the switch,  
room was dark as pitch.  
Frock merged with the black  
before we hit sack.  
When she let down frock  
I had quite a shock  
when into my view  
came a large tattoo  
when I thought pale skin  
was all she was in.  
  
'Does it put you off?'  
she asked, after doff.  
   
'No, it intrigues me',  
I said, gazingly.  
wanting to draw close,  
standing toes to toes.  
   
'Most men I've dated,  
intimidated,  
don't see me again...  
some think only molls  
of gangsters, not dolls,  
submit to inking  
as part of linking.  
show they're property  
of one who could be  
chasing with a gun  
after date is done.  
I did it for me -  
not mafiosi.'  
 
'Not one of those men
am I, who would run'',  
I said to her plain,  
while stroking her mane.  
'I see adventure  
with such a picture,  
someone who's not caged,  
a tigress enraged  
across your belly  
is what I can see.'  
   
Stirred in my own blood,  
I soon got her nudd,  
let down underwear  
I placed on a chair.'  
Like tigress she clawed  
my back as she pawed  
with her other hand  
up-down my waistband.  
My trousers I dropped,  
with condom I topped  
my stirred up manhood,  
filling with heart blood,
when she had mouthed me
upon bended knee.
   
Soon we were bouncing,  
her long hair flouncing,  
upon the mattress  
as my hot temptress  
pulled me in and out,  
baptizing my spout  
in the inner juice  
her glands did produce,  
mouth gripping on mouth,  
while things moved down south,  
towards the moment  
of fulfilled content.