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Monday, June 4, 2012

Masseur



Vanilla scented candles glimmer
Across silk cushions as they shimmer
Beneath her body as she lies
For fragrant oils to be applied
Upon her skin so sleek and smooth
At his approach she dare not move
For oh the feeling he evokes
With every mesmerizing stroke
As he meets with her demands
With the magic of his hands
Rosemary rises through the air
To gently kiss her raven hair
As tiny beads of oil caress
Each minute pore of loveliness
Oh to stop the hands of time
And oh to own those hands divine
For she’s become a connoisseur
Of the hands of her masseur

©Kay Salady

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