Massage/Message
He works his hands over the length of my back
gently touching here,
firmly kneading muscles,
smoothing his fingers over soft skin.
I almost feel the relief
and he moves away to a different spot,
just as he hits the right place,
he's off and running away.
There was a time years ago
when his kiss could make me come,
I couldn't get enough of him
and was always left wanting more.
What we had was off kilter
and so my passion became hurt.
As that hurt faded away,
the passion was doused like a campfire.
He comes to me, always the boy
ready for some new physical adventure,
needing a sexual release
and I just don't feel it anymore.
My mind wanders
wondering about soul satisfying love
the needing to couple so genuine
that you can hardly remember how to breathe.
gently touching here,
firmly kneading muscles,
smoothing his fingers over soft skin.
I almost feel the relief
and he moves away to a different spot,
just as he hits the right place,
he's off and running away.
There was a time years ago
when his kiss could make me come,
I couldn't get enough of him
and was always left wanting more.
What we had was off kilter
and so my passion became hurt.
As that hurt faded away,
the passion was doused like a campfire.
He comes to me, always the boy
ready for some new physical adventure,
needing a sexual release
and I just don't feel it anymore.
My mind wanders
wondering about soul satisfying love
the needing to couple so genuine
that you can hardly remember how to breathe.