Her name was Ana
young and bottle-blonde
a voice of honey-covered sandpaper.
She said “take off your clothes
lie face down on the table”
and I was eager to please her.
She began the massage
quiet as a whisper
warm oil, soft fingers
strong hands that kneaded
my knotted muscles.
I lay sprawled on my belly
eyes fixed on the floor
all I could see - her feet
in open-toe sandals and delicate
ankles that made me want
to wrap my fingers around them.
She worked her slow rhythm
soothed me, relaxed me
chased away my demons of ache.
“Turn over” she whispered
lips close to my ear
her voice soothing and sensual.
She draped a towel over my arousal
opened my legs, massaged
the inside of my thighs.
Her fingers made me tingle
my erection began to rise.
I moaned, turned on, unashamed
and she let her fingers slide
under the towel.
She griped me, caressed me
let me spread my thighs
not stopping her strokes
until I cried out, exploded,
lay spent on the table.
She smiled and left me
limp, tingling with sensation
completely satisfied
except for the desire
to wrap my fingers around
her delicate ankles.
What did you think
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ankles, yep
I could use a massage.
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Ah, the same thing happened to me last time I went for a massage, but the person massaging me was also a woman
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wow..
those ankles..
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excellence writing....how relaxing is this.... thanks for sharing
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Since I went to massage school, I know how wonderful a massage can be. You did an excellent write on this poem. It was handled (lol)just right.
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Uh oh,my faux pas,I mis read the title as Mexican message and was expecting a societal write,after being surprized I re read to read Mexican massage,oops!!!Liked the rhythm and intent of "eager to please her" but it revealed that it was that she gave and you recieved.Mmmm,where was the balance bought to the angelic Ana? Liked very much the description of her voice which gave the inflection of raspy,earthiness within it's soothing sweetness.Also liked very much "demons of ache" oh,oh,oh how ache may demonize as or how those demons may just demonize others...
The write has clarity of imagery and emotion,pure poetry afficiandoes may say too much tell as opposed to show but for me there was a balance.Perhaps you may like to consider leaving a longer space between last poem line and the post so that readers linger longer on the content before reading the comment box?A suggestion and not a criticism per se.
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Ahhh...Cisco... I have such a vivid image of you there...lusting after her ankles! ROFL!
There is a lovely decadence to this though. You...so innocently lying there on that table, completely pliant in her hands.
I can almost hear her ask you..."Es bueno?" And the only answer you can give her other than the obvious one...is a moan.
Ah...the beauty of Mexico!
Loved this!
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Hiya Kid.
Love your attention to details that really don't matter but you're so damned good at telling it that it does matter and enriches the visuals.
Ankles are sexy aren't they?
Great reading you again.
Desiree
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