Sultry Girls

He tells me there are many sultry girls,
While pressing me right down to take me blind;
He likes the dusky brunettes: they're the pearls,
With lovely little dark stars, where he'll find
A certain satisfaction for his cock,
Because they're nice and snug and hardly used.
He pulls the legs back, ready to take stock
Of the twin tightnesses: which will he choose?
Conventional and wet: the shaven mount?
Or will he linger dryly where thumbs press?
And will each backside bear the boring brunt
Of his engaging engine? His excess
Is destined to destroy all innocence,
When I'm the sultry slut: his recompense...