Now I find!

 Find the hidden clock

With is the answer

As time tells you

Which way is wither

Not to waste

Upon gloomy stretched faces

Ticking over pennies of thought

Naughty and nasty

They grab at some panties

Hands slapping hands slapping

And then silence

Punctuated by thunderclaps

And I imagine her

The darling of all darlings

Outstretched on an enormous sofa

Her fingers rolling

Rolling with the thunder

As her eyes become lightning

And she rolls around

And speaks

So I listen

For she is super

And like music

So fantastuck

What luck!

What luck!

To be in her arms

As midnight strikes

Ah!