You Giving Me a Massage

an embrace of your massaging golden hand

the warmth of wonder, it's glowing from within

i am lying on my back head low, you stand

to my left, and making the moves on my skin

you on my right, soft angle, pressure point land

with thumbs on flesh, the fingers soft, rolling thin

awakening my sense of well-being now

there's a smell of jasmin in the mix somehow

with eucalyptus, some rose, and sandalwood

more up and down your grip tighter if you could

blessing our intimite moments as it should