Masseur

Vanilla scented candles glimmer

Across silk cushions as they shimmer

Beneath her body as she lies

For fragrant oils to be applied

Upon her skin so sleek and smooth

At his approach she dare not move

For oh the feeling he evokes

With every mesmerizing stroke

As he meets with her demands

With the magic of his hands

Rosemary rises through the air

To gently kiss her raven hair

As tiny beads of oil caress

Each minute pore of loveliness

Oh to stop the hands of time

And oh to own those hands divine

For she’s become a connoisseur

Of the hands of her masseur

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on April 15, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Ah, another good one! I especially liked the closing couplet.

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  2. I’ve chosen this poem as one of the best WordPress poems of 2012. Congratulations! The award can be seen here: http://thebardonthehill.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/the-best-wordpress-poetry-of-2012/

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