Filthy Night-Play

Innumerable figures gathered at the tempest cabaret
Eyes and ears caressed by the touch of enticements
Non Seldom sexual invitations materialized all around
Live music enhancing infernal touch and taste
When a young man was entranced
A curvaceous body in an emerald dress
Hips swinging slightly, entreating his now awakened mind
There eyes soon met, leading to erotic liaison
Only to be entreated by a breathless subsume
Full of yearning she dragged him by the colloar
Now in the woman’s garderobe consumed in nightplay
Beckoning seekers in lust not caring who sees or hears
Touches on ave olive skin, gratifying sounds that moan
Her breast ample, an ass so firm and soft
Down below hips will scourge him in filth so lewd and obscene
Priming the object that will paramount her expectant
Now moving her black laced panties to the side
Ecstatically bending over she felt it deep inside