You lie in your room and await my sensual massages.
You feel togetherness in this calming place
You lie, smiling eyes, as horrors flee.
You glance at life outside after you hear my voice.
You feel the warm hand through the thin cloth over your chest.
Your sighs are found; your moans are full, present.
Your body conceals everything I think, courage.
We thank them hearing what's just begun has just begun.
Now we never see frowning faces.
Your wait is over, the day of freedom has arrived.

Rub me down with oils and lotions, soiling your hands with touch against my firmness, against my skin my bones, my rising arches.
Rub me down mounted on my ass, crushing knots with compressing knuckles inches in my back, stuffing pressure along long lines of stress.
Rub me up with your intent, heating your lust with inches and feet of massage I'm begging you for.