You Knead Me

Nothing like a really good massage

You Knead Me

Oh, how I ache for your touch,

What I feel is hard to ignore,

Only you could know my needs,

You smile when I walk through your door,

 

You take me to your special room,

A place is made up just for me,

I remove my clothes with anticipation,

Of how good this is going to be,

 

When I’m ready for it, you come in,

I know what to expect,

You rub your hands along my neck,

With a pressure that’s just perfect,

 

Then you start to do your magic,

In a way none other compares,

You cover me with warm oil,

As you massage away my cares,

 

Your expert hands know every muscle,

And you never miss one place,

Oh, yes, all my stress and tension,

You thoroughly erase,

 

That feels so good, on my back and shoulders,

Arms, legs, feet and toes,

You reach every little contact point,

Some nobody else even knows,

 

So when these old bones have had enough,

And the stress has done me in,

I come to you for body work,

I need you to “knead me again.”

© Copyright 2009 Wm. Tracey Bakelar - All Rights Reserved

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A good message does wonders.
Both men and women need those tensioned muscles relaxed.

[Trace]

Thank you Sami for reading and commenting on my fun poem. So looking forward to seeing my masseuse.

Trace

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe
You are welcome sir.