Best Massage Poems
Soothing music playing
Essential oils
Gently applied to my skin
So relaxing
Total escape from reality
Jan Allison
7th January 2015
Contest: Somewhere- Nette Onclaud
Checked Using How Many Syllables 6,4,7,4,9 – total 30
She is super, she says. After I leave there, I feel great!
This is my friend Louise who is trying to convince me to sign up for a massage.
I suspect if she gets a friend to sign up, she will win a pony or something.
I had a massage once, I say. The woman was rough. I was screaming in agony.
Kip is not like that, she says. She is wonderful! You would love her massages.
She put her thumb out on my back, I tell her. From pressing too hard.
Kip is gentle, she says. Really gentle.
You would have to kill me and drag my dead body to her table, I reply in the loveliest way.
I am not kidding, she says. She makes me feel great. Do you want me to make you an appointment?
I look at the bag of candy I am eating. Only 65 calories for a mini-Almond joy, I say. Not bad.
She looks up from her vegetable burger. Only 65 calories for what?
An Almond joy.
She takes another bite of her flat ugly unappetizing vegetable burger. Back to my masseuse, she says.
I really would like to make an appointment for you.
I would rather jump off a cliff into a vat of wild boars who have not had lunch, I say.
She really is terrific, Louise says. You owe it to yourself to try it.
I owe it to myself to find a different lunch partner is what I am thinking.
Valentine's Day is a special time in just so many ways
It is an occasion to show your gratitude to the one you love by truly seizing the day
A candlelight dinner for my lady I must make before she comes through the door
A beautiful bouquet adorns the table with rose petals spread out on the floor
A bottle of her favorite wine awaits, and her taste buds set to enjoy
Romantic love songs are all queued up and ready to deploy
Upon her arrival home, she will be met with a long embrace and hugs and kisses galore
I will tell her how special she makes me feel and could not ask for anything more
For the evening hours, a couples massage I have arranged
Upon return home, a romantic movie is to be watched, with lots of cuddling to be exchanged
My life would not be complete without her by my side
Thank you for being a part of this magnificent magical carpet ride
"The Fantasy Massage"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Before I touch, rub, stroke or kiss it
Please forgive me for staring upon your back
I have never seen one like it before
There is no wonder I got side tracked
Unified with your smile
Not to mention your eyes
But most of all, the power of your mind
That fuels my desire to fantasize
Now I feel the tingle of your spine
With only the tip of my fingers
Even after I remove my hand
The tingling still lingers
Now I grab you at your waist
And rub my hands up to your shoulders
Erasing your stress with my caress
Leaving you with no thoughts of getting older
Increasing the temptation
My touch has driven into your heart
How long before this is over
When can we truly start
Edifying your pleasure to a height
That your body has never been to
A point you will never want to leave
Tell me....are you ready to continue....
Sometimes we take a pill.
Sometimes we take a nap.
But there is simple gift -
The magic of massage.
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The magic of a touch,
Amazing healing motion.
Relive from stressful day,
And negative emotions.
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Before we learned to speak,
Our mothers hugged us sweet.
It's language of the Gods.
We get it, no buts.
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To be a part of this
We should be grateful with
The diligence and skill,
Great attitude and will.
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To heal, we touch a body.
Next step - to touch a soul.
So, lets start from the Matter,
To heal ourselves as whole.
"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
"No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
"Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
and then I get lost in my effleurage...
I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
at times my poor back is a hurting...
I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
practicing, naturally...
sweet massage from her
lifts me up and calms me down
when the weight is deep
Opening a massage parlor one day
He hoped that eventually it would pay
One week of it
He had to quit
He just kept rubbing people the wrong way!
To my graduation as Massage Therapist from SSMT
(Sarasota School of Massage Therapy).
The year has passed. Whole year. Anazing.
At first, it seemed like so long.
But then the school, its stuff and training
Made year feel short and me feel strong.
There been some challenges and testings.
The Clinic. Positives and not.
But here's the thing where we have saying -
If hard in school, in life it's soft.
A year ago I wrote something
About energy... massage.
Then - I was young, but now got smarter.
Will say the same, but on level up.
To heal, we touch a body - super.
Next step to touch a Soul - so true.
So, lets start from the Matter,
That's where our school comes through.
I made great friends from the beginning.
And then I came to realize -
The whole SSMT has meaning,
It's one big family for life.
April 14, 2017
I get paid driving a farm tractor
with sideline job as chiropractor.
I massage, soothe muscular pains,
move circulation through your veins.
Never trained in orthopedics.
But I've got skills of the medics.
Strained tendons, twisted ligaments,
just suit yourselves, my compliments.
I rub and press, even squeeze
your bodies, limbs and extremities.
Be yours the size of whales or eels,
your ills, your aches this masseur heals.
My fingers know topography
and the contours of your body.
Got skills of a land surveyor
from long driving a farm tractor!
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Vast Nebraska sky,
sienna-hued droplets
meld together
forming dusk’s tapestry.
Towering meadow blades -
cool as creamsicles,
stroke my weary head and
tickle my naked frame.
Soothing northwest breezes
leaving Manitoba,
slither through
a nebula of stars -
gathering miniscule
buttercup petals.
I see them
being spun into
a feverish night waltz,
whilst my body lies drenched
underneath the nocturnal shadow play
of placid moonbeams.
I reflect upon the evening’s
natural merriment -
my private Midwest massage;
therapeutic services
not rendered on the
sticky isle of Manhattan.
This is a hymn for a him,
Close your eyes, imagine,
Soft, dextrous hands in motion,
Soothing aching muscles with lotion,
Smoothing with unguents,
Rubbing with emollients,
R......E......L......A.....X......I......N......G.....
You'll wake up smiling,
I'll ease away your frowning,
Compliant massage dreaming,
Healing hands for him,
Close your eyes, imagine............
An elephant asked her for a massage
She said, You’re huge; we will use the garage
That massage took three ladies
Who had very fine paydays
Not to mention the wildest troi menage
My mind runs wild as my wish is addressed
Aromatic oils against my body she's blessed
Soft is her touch, heightens the desire in me
Sweet caress as she kisses me free
Aligned astride my shoulders released
Granting of sighs in surrendering feast
Erogenous zones allured in sensuous tease
Motions, her rhythm, as I sense her excite
Emitting groans of pleasure this delightful night
Manly senses ignite the fire in me
Inertial I am in positional degree
Sensuously we shadow against candlelit walls
Sharing of two as our loving enthrals
Yearnings are cried into each other we fall
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.