Massaging Him

My fingers do their magic on his shoulders,
Rubbing out the craziness from work.
My palms press firmly down his back,
Easing the tension, loosening the knots.
Back up again I go, and then on down,
Working my fingers lower, palms excited.
I pause for a minute at perfection--
I can't resist a tiny squeeze of his ass.
I spread the cheeks, just a little,
Playing softly, teasing his emotions.
I slip inside, not too far, not too deep,
Coaxing his excitement, reaching around
To extend him, gracefully, with passion
Of movement, with love.

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Spice is the wonder and excitement in your world.