Restoration

Soft brown eyes assess the work before her,
proportions, angles, surface measured.
Feeling with her skillful fingers,
my frayed edges, tarnished, weathered.
her gaze and concentration lingers.
Delicate & light as feather,
probing with her subtle touch.
Bringing broken back together,
full concentration, nothing rushed.
Her object now, and firmly tethered,
slowly brings me to the cusp,
of resurrection & completion,
restores to life this empty husk,
and sets for me a new position,
gleaming standing proud I thrust,
my salvaged form into her conscience,
hoping to provoke her lust;
that she takes leave of all her senses,
deciding that have me, she must.
All to herself, to stroke and fondle.
Held within her magic hands,
shapes my body and my will,
to her insatiable demands.