she asks me,
as i lie
on the massage table
with a towel
around my waist.
everywhere,
i tell her.
she smiles and says.
you work
hard, don't you.
she lights a few candles
turns on the soft
music,
then begins,
from the head down
to my feet
massaging me,
her hands are strong
and nimble,
the oil warm,
without a word,
slowly she brings me back
to life again.
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