Erotic Love Poem: Touch Therapy
You lie bare on the massage bed, so still,
With cinnamon scent hanging in the air.
Soft notes hum deeply, their echo a thrill,
Winding through pathways to your soul laid bare.
Warm, oiled hands glide first along your feet,
Dissolving tension, melting slow and sweet.
Those hands now travel up your naked thigh,
No words are spoken, only oils to comply.
Reaching your hips, tracing circles in play,
Then rolling gently to your back’s soft sway.
With firm, loving heat they caress your spine,
Kneading your neck in a rhythm so fine.
Along your side, they glide with silent grace,
And a shiver unwittingly shows its trace.
As hands return to the curve of your waist,
They spark a longing that cannot be chased.
Your legs part wide, like a castle’s grand gate;
There’s nothing left that we’d hold back or wait.
Turning, I see you with unguarded face—
And let the sweet current of love embrace.
