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Massage


Her touch was so sensual
Her slowly moving hands
Sending waves of sensation
Travelling in rippling bands
Through my whole body
Setting every nerve on fire
As I lay there on my stomach
Concealing lust and desire
Her naked oiled body
Glistened in that dim light
Lowered for my modesty
But allowing me clear sight
Every sense in my body
Was working at full pitch
Every sight full of clarity
Every sound pure and rich
The second stage was nearing
As she very gently eased me
Over clearly exposing
All there for us to see
She stood there smiling
Warm oil in her hand
Waiting for my bidding
There to my command
I could hear my breathing rising
Full of sighs and little moans
Then as I reached out for her
I woke up in bed and alone







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