Masseuse-- For Deb
hotsy totsy cutesy
does the watutsy
on your backbone
touchy feely girlie
serenades senses early
with design of her own
deep tissue
is the issue
fingers probe and prod
kneading, rubbing
muscles in a wad
heavenly bliss
mind seems to kiss
edges of the mirage
now fully awake
no mistake
afterglow of
a massage.
© 09 Dec 2010 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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