The Salacious Leather Chair
A Poem by TTBoy
Naked I sit
on my leather bow-back chair
Pen in hand
control on my mind
As everything hangs
and dangles
the only breeze that blows
is the steam from the coffee pot
that stimulates me
arouses me
My aphrodisiac
for the salacious donut awaiting me in
my bedroom
And as I tap my pen on the desk
the sounds increases
as the bass grows
and the fixtures around me move
hearing the headboard bang against
the wall behind us
feeling the headboard bang
seeing us banging
I stiffen even more
as I remember spending myself thoroughly
in that delicious powdered, jelly-filled mass of yeast
willingly spread for me
devotedly accepting all of me
Thank goodness for good leather
There is no evidence that I even came
out of the room to think about what I just did
© 2010 TTBoy
