Massage

The account of an electrifying moment

When you turn around and look at me, 

eyes wide and filled with longing

hunger slips into my throat

silencing all attempts to speak. 

I can only nod,

slightly trembling,

and hope you don't see desire

seeping through my palms. 

I look cautiously around the room

as if I'm going to steal a treasure

then slowly move so close to you

that your cologne consumes my vision.

The first nervous touch

sends lightening through my fingers. 

Your lower spine shivers

saying you felt flames too. 

Your skin ripples beneath my gentle hand. 

My cheeks flush, 

and I try to slow my panicked breaths,

hoping desprately that you can't hear them.

My masterpiece, 

sculpture of David, 

harmonize with my voice unheard

in this second of sweet stolen heaven. 

Author's Note

This one gets a little saucy (that's why I made the audience teen). I hope you all enjoy it! Thanks for stopping by, and have a great day! <3 Elisa

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Saucy, yes! But the over sauciness is disguised by dulcet eloquence and purity.

[Elisa]

Thank you! :D