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MASSAGE

I lie, prone, and au naturel
once he takes away the towel
sitting lightly on my backside.
His hands began their downward glide....

Applying the scented oil in
that I smell as he rubs my skin,
His first target of attention
Neck and shoulders, seat of tension.

The feeling becomes more divine
as he works outwards from my spine.
A faint moisture comes to my crack
when they reach the small of my back.

He skips my rear so calf and thighs
and each foot get rubbed, then comes prize...
While he massages each ass cheek,
my breath starts as my nipples peak.

My sounds, he tells, get him onturned,
and how much his blood heat has burned.
My vagina now furrow wet,
upon my back I turn and get.....

...his attentions with my breasts.
I let his hands slide on their crests.
Under his bathrobe I can see
his manhood sticking out proudly.

I can't take this touch any more,
I want him then-now in my core.
He slips the robe off his torso
onto the floor, and then we go!

Written by Solomon_Song
Published
Author's Note
Inspired by some recent massage-themed poems.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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