Massage
Once a week I get a great massage.
Strong respectful and manly hands
Rub neck intensely and all ends
While I dream of some picture collage.
We chitchat loads while he is at work.
I'm attentive or half asleep,
I joke laughingly or think deep,
He's a good family guy - no lurk.
So we are done. My neck is better.
Conversation is still flowing
So I get up fast not knowing
That he can see me pull my sweater.
My oh my. What is it that I see?
This fifty year old is hard on.
All settled in, ready to run.
Astonished I walk out "Excuse me!"
On my way back home I recieve
A text saying that in my blood
Which runs in veins - there is a flood -
Aphrodite's anscestry's concieved.
My breasts are good but never special.
At least that is what I do think.
Nowadays recieve a wink
From strangers after mint spa facial.
With these silly men you never know
What to do, even how to act
What to say, when and how to react.
I'd wait out, perhaps feeling would grow.
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