Tranquillity

Mirrors return my looks; tranquillity
Is evidenced by armchairs empty now;
And tables that aren't turned; and can you see
The pale stemmed canes, which may well soon allow
An ambience before the chimney breast,
When he arrives? I need attention which
He may be pleased to offer - it's no test
Of hospitality to serve a rich
Delight for him to taste; worked earlier,
It ensures lust is sliced and neatly served:
Licked fingers give a taste, but he'd prefer
To bend my form and raise my skirt; I'm curved
In all the places he would wish: my nooks,
Once warmed and reddened, enhance tranquil looks.