Mahogany Table

Solid. Hard. Erect stood
the table made of the finest
wooden texture know to man.
Smooth and ready to support
as it was made to.

Skin meets wood;
Wood meets skin:
A loud creak – a sound of satisfaction,
an indication that the table is being used.

Warmer and warmer the wood is warmed
until it is ablaze with fiery passion!
Mahogany scents flirt with the senses:
Eliminate all defenses.

Greek god of passion!
Carved invisibly into the
wood which bears only the finest fruit:
bodies of worthiness.

And when the table has experienced
Its night-full load
It sighs and creaks softly
As it cools and contracts…

Having served its purpose it sleeps
All big and dark.

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