Thursday, October 20, 2011

Next (poems from the past)

A simple massage filled with love,
intoxicating fragrance, nourishing
and nuturing my women.
Love expressed to my soul.
My hands full of thick satan cream
embracing my feet.  Signals my insides
that I am loved and fully able to meet my
own personal needs.  I am in control of me,
replenished and serene, as I return to center.
No more fears of being exposed to and vunerable
to an unavailable man.  Next.....

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