A Carpenter

A carpenter is the man for me,
because he knows how to handle his wood,
with chiseled features and rough hands
that melt me like butter with a single touch.

His rippling muscles and farmer's tan
are enough to make any girl stare,
wishing he would take his hammer
and pound her all night long.

When he fronts his drawers, I polish his dowel,
knowing the perfect finish is at hand.
Concentration is key, so that his lacquer
spills exactly where I need it.

Of course, my preference is a finishing man,
because he never leaves a job undone
no matter how long it takes,
and you are always satisfied with his performance.