midnight massages (my experiences anyway ;0)

in this midnight room, by this bed,

'tis this incandescent, by which gloom is defeat'd,

to retreat unto the corner'd crevice,

to find its comfort.

     in this soft shine, she shyly, coyly, feigns

     the soreness of her shoulder,

     and begs of me to mold her

     skin and muscl'd fibers into massag'd shape;

     one befitting her princess sensibilities.

     with smile and guile she swoons

     and speaks in shorten'd, rhythmic breaths, the speech

     that is pleasing, and brings upon urge for myself to continue.

     and when the heat of constant, consistent friction

     brings about the need for the completion

     of other, less-proper things; i lean

     to give her my best needful, lust-filled eye,

     only to see that in my most heat'd moment, she

     is in a state of complete relaxation, fast asleep;

          leaving me to my own devices,

          when it comes to the return of tenderizing meat.

Author's Note

written for creative poetry group
6/30 words: comfort, massage, rhythm, relaxation
enjoy :)

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I like the way you used these words. It paints a vivid and clear picture in my mind.