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On My Watch

On My Watch
 
On my table
of Massage
gently place
your lovely
visage
 
pon circular  
cushion
rest hairswept
housing
of your brilliant
inner workings
 
my contraption  
depressed
location perfectly placed
glorious vinyl nest
to support your
supple breasts
 
let limbs
be limber
extinguish sin's
embers
forget to
remember
 
in the NOW
THIS moment tender
No outerworld
only thing in universe
this Palapa in warmth
immersed
 
I`m your boy
You're my girl
 
lovingly
understood
I may lay hands
upon your bod
a gift considered
sacred
to Us of-a-feathered
birds
 
in heated oil
I dip hands
rub briskly
for proper balance
of liquid  
which invisibly  
brands
your aching  
lower back
 
strong fingers from
plucking strings
remove muscle's
stings
tendrilled
carressing
makes your  
body sing
 
your tail-bone
pressed firmly
you are centered
for eternity
though your posterior
beckons me
I have strength  
wont spoil your Journey
 
on wisps of nothingness
within
you ride my weblike
spin
of pressured trails
as you're gently pinned
let your brilliance
swim
in my magical medley
of sensual grips
 
from this Vestige
to outer hips
tendrils take lubricated
trips
down thighs and calves
fantastic
over ankles,  
heels,
through nerve ended
 
 
toe-tips
 
toe-tips
 
toe-tips
 
toe-tips
 
toe-tips
 
 
expression borrowed  
from gentile lips
in the NOW
you're completely transfixed
couldnt move  
if life depended
to my touch
you are addicted
 
though day to day
has got you taxed
your lower body
thoroughly relaxed
my fingers  
get back on tracks
move up North
where attention has lacked
 
here I am
in place divine
your blades border
your tired spine
musicians technique
from years refined
whisk weary aches
to other places, other times
 
of course your shoulders
are very tight
I knead them firmly, gently,
perfectly right
amid your inner
cosmic ride
audible are your  
relief filled sighs
 
each shoulder  
is molded
arms
gently pounded
finger delicately popped
and extended
I pin your hands with warm stones
as intended
 
Woman, your body  
no longer there
I press palms
on kneck so bare
thumbs rub  
beneath your hair
I even take care
of circumference 'round ears
 
theres only one more area  
left to settle
I place fingertips on outskirts
of ear base and temples
this maneuver dipatched  
most gentle
 
the  promise of your pleasure
fulfilled
 
 
               as for me  
                    I`m equally satisfied
                    Our Bond, Our Caring
                   ratified
 
              On My Watch  
                   you make me smile, get me high
                   with steady  breaths
                    and audible sighs
Written by drivelicious13 (alon aLion)
Published | Edited 10th Oct 2012
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