My fingers glide along each perfect curve of soft
Pausing to explore the sweet
sensation of this touch,
Proud to be the man whose expertise ensures enjoyment,
Fortunate to glorify that which
I love so much.
Cupping each well-rounded handful, my fingers work
Tucking fabric in the cleavage
of two perfect, swollen mounds.
I play my joyous game, employing every subtle trick
To pass along the same exquisite
pleasure that I’ve found.
So I caress each graceful fold of soft, plush vibrant velvet,
Erotically obsessed with every
curve, so amply stuffed,
Revealing ideal beauty, a truly stunning silhouette,
Which highlights all the
details, every pleat and every tuft.
I form each curve, I smooth each tuck, my fingers play, caress
Flowing toward my craft’s
perfection, creating excellence with pride.
Adjusting every pleat and button, searching for esthetic
I restore this antique chair to
grandeur, until my visions satisfied.