By Gala
Date: 9 November 2000
Athens
It is sunset,
warm breezes fill the night air,
and I await your pleasure,
a simple maid schooled in massage,
having taught these strong hands
how to unwind muscles and cords
and I have the dignity
of knowing i do this well,
and the pleasure of knowing
that I can melt a days cares and worries
and take you to a place
where sleep is a simple thing.
My love for you is spoken with my eyes,
I hum softly as I massage each toe,
pressure to the ball, heel or arch,
and you speak of things small and large,
and your eyes touch me
in a thousand small caresses
under my hands,
under my touch,
you surrender a hundred annoyances
reach for me gently,
bring hungry lips to one shoulder
and lose yourself in the curve
and touch of creamy white.
I close my eyes
and sink into the feel
your mouth, your tongue,
oh yes...
I open to you,
arch
sigh
and tremble
I am ageless
timeless
and the need of every woman
who had longed for the touch
of the man her heart named "hero",
and you are the one
who turns me to honey and bliss.
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