The touch of your hand
the warmth of your fingers,
the smell of the oil
how the memory lingers.
The strength of your touch
on just the right place,
the pleasure it gave
bought a smile to my face.
Sweet lubrication
as there on the bed
all the stress and worry
flew out of my head.
Relief from the pain
was a joy to behold,
muscles relaxed
and no longer cold.
With those hands for hire
and love in your heart,
a gift to the world
as you use your art.
With those magic fingers
your touch from the start,
the memory still lingers
you massaged my heart.
Gold trophy winner
Honorable mention
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