Massage, sort of
Come in make yourself comfy, take your clothes off, lay down on the bed, I'm just warming the massage oils, do you want a pillow for your head
Nervously you drop the towel, I don't even sneak a glance, I'll get to see you soon enough, I won't rush my chance
I put on some soothing music, but the moment I touch your skin, gone is my professional head, my mind has gone to sin
My hands make long strokes, I'm massaging your lower back, it's hard for me to concentrate, when I can see your crack
I start to cup your buttocks, I need a little warm oil, I make big slow circles, this jobs to good to spoil
Up and down I go, god I love to touch your thighs, you make a little pleasurable sound and then to my surprise
You begin to spread your legs, now they're opened wide, then with a giggle you say, "Don't forget to oil inside"
I run my hand slowly up, you raise so I can clearly see, your pussy's glistening with a sexual want, i ask " Is that juice for me"
You laugh then roll on your back, I get to look inside, you pull at your lips, now your pussy's opened wide
You tell me it won't lick it's self, I go and lock the door, I thought it was just a massage but now it's so much more
I eat you out like a starving man, who has never seen a meal, then I climb on top and fuck you, I swear this can't be real
You cum hard and so do I, we are drenched in sex and oil, we go off to the shower, to wash off all we made in toil
You get dressed and pay me, then ask is there a free appointment next week, somewhere around Two, I say "You can come anytime I'll change appointments just for you"
THE KINKY POET