Conceit

Bare feet sink into carpets as in moss;
Luxurious furniture will soon embrace  
My form: I bend on padded arms; the loss
Of dignity is offset by the grace
With which the simple sensuality
Removes all coarser aspects; now sans clothes,
His tone is soft; no more asperity
Is needed here: obedience behoves
Me well, when I'm positioned and will do
Exactly as I'm told; without regard
To reluctance, I receive him anew;  
As he would wish, I keep him nice and hard:
He senses the divine; he's keen to sink
His puissance in my moss, right to the brink.