By William   insegnanti@yahoo.com
Date: 27 February 1999

The Masseur

My hands move down the sensuous curve
Of your back.  I feel the rise and fall
Of your breath.  I press without reserve,
Harder and deeper, searching for all
The hidden tensions the day has brought.
A subtle moan tells that I have found
The source of pleasure that I had sought.
Very gently I press, round and round.
Your body rises to meet my touch
Then slowly the tempo increases.
Moving to a crescendo of such
Power that everything releases.