By ~Harem~
Date: 2004 Feb 15
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Come Massage Me with Your Words

Prose, Poetry, Words
work on the mind
like hands kneeding the flesh
from a tangled knarled knot
that sore cramped spot
needs to be pressed -massaged
soothed, squeezed, alot
until the muscle finally gives
relaxes down
and what was uncomfortably wrought
becomes pleasurably sought
sensually brought
to rest
And the rest my friend
gives way to endless
waves of delight
in the mind's eyesite
as your words display
visions of mental prose
that tingle the toes
given ruby red rose
to me.