By jack
Date: 7 February 2001
The Massage
warmth from this scented oil
spilling carefully over naked skin
with the heavy scent of vanilla
i begin to massage your needs
my hands hard from my working day
yet you say my flesh is like soft leather
with these as tools i begin to shape
each and every taunt muscle
till finally limp and relaxed
yet pleasantly aroused
you await my pleasure
with finger tips still slick with oil
and darting wildfire tongue
i search to find all the places i know
to to make you quiver, groan
so like a fine violin i find
this the female body
touch here will make a sound
touch over here will make one higher
and if i touch this spot here
ah how deep this string moans
faster i begin to play
in all these secret spots
watching you, feeling you climb
all those muscles i so skillfully relaxed
now so taunt as if one light touch
this my instrument will break
so very close so very near
all your skin so sensitive, burning
awaiting the lightest brush
in this most secret place
wanting, needing this final touch of mine
as i whisper in your ear
"this is what its like to be a man
engorged. in need lol horny,
good night my sweet"
as i roll over prepared to sleep
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