The Massage (a poem)

[Fathership]

Facedown on the bed you wait,

breathing softly, arms out straight.

Cruciform, you lie there prone,

but not for long you'll be alone.

From the door I stand and stare,

a thick white towel is all you wear.

Gently dr*aped across your ass,

it marks the point I should not pass.

You turn you head to see me standing,

your eyes meet mine and now commanding,

your face tells me you're done with resting,

my massage skills are what needs testing.

For the next hour, both of my hands,

will work to follow your commands,

as knotted muscles, tensed up back,

will be subjected to skilled attack

from my nimble fingers, supple digits, 

and soon you won't feel quite so rigid.

I warm the oil between my palms

and start slowly working up your arms.

Your urgent moan tells me to press

my fingers firmly to your flesh.

Up both  arms and round each shoulder.

You find your voice and feeling bolder

tell me you need more pressure made

upon the muscles round your shoulder blade.

Working hard to find knots and strains

I ease away your aches and p*ains.

The demanding menace leaves your tone

your gentler sighs encourage hands to roam,

around your neck, your ears, your head,

my firm caress leaves soft welts of red

as bl*ood rushes in to flesh now sated

by the manipulation for which you waited.

Moving my hands along your spine,

using thumbs and palms I make you mine.

The massage, once at your request,

is delivered now as I know best!

My fingers press and probe and dance,

until slipping round I take the chance

to gently run them along the side

of a breast you first had tried to hide.

A sudden sharp edge to your sighs

tells me I should apologise,

I tell you "sorry" and "I didn't mean..."

"I was just trying hard to lean 

into a spot that did feel tense!"

"It's Ok" you say, to my defense.

But your lack of movement puts the lie

to that now forgotten feeble cry,

as once again my fingers stray

your breathing deepens, but there you stay.

As I work gently round your torso

you lift you back asking for more, so

I indulge your clear request

and massage firmly around your breast.

You murmur "no", but I don't listen

as 'neath my caress your nipples stiffen.

A few minutes work brings forth more sighs

as you slowly, gently, spread you thighs.

The towel still covers where I should not go,

but your body tells me what I need to know.

So starting firmly at your calves

I work my hands up pleasure paths

behind your knees and up your thighs,

smiling when I realise

that your hips are softly rocking back

urging me further on this one way track.

Your rocking lets the towel unwind

it gently slips from your behind.

And now you lie, exposed and ready

as my hands continue, strong and steady.

Your inner thighs are where I'm pressing

up and back, I keep you guessing.

Fingers maintain a firm advance,

around your loins they start to dance.

Without conscious thought you raise your hips,

daring me to touch your moistened lips.

My broad strokes sweep past but do not linger.

You long for my touch, to feel my finger

dip into your pleasure center.

You moan out loud, beg me to enter.

For in that moment you have learned,

how truly now the table's turned.

That you who bought me for an hour

are now completely in my power.

Your inhibitions torn to strips

you crave only for my fingertips.

Your moans are deep, your senses buckle

as I slip past your lips, up to the knuckle,

first one finger, then it's twin,

slipping, sliding, out and in. 

All the pretense, all the teasing,

gives way to the pure need for pleasing.

Your thighs spread open, hips raise high, 

over your shoulder you catch my eye.

Your mouth is wide, no words are spoken,

your will is now completely broken.

You raise you body onto hand and knee,

and offer up yourself to me,

I've waited for your invitation

and take my place, no hesitation.

My trousers fall, my manhood stands,

I take your hips in both my hands.

You kneel there rocking, moaning lowly

as I drive in deeply, gently, slowly.

You push back quick, with fervent ardour,

crying out "please , fuck me harder!"

Who am I to deny my lover?

And so we drive against each other,

harder, faster, deeper thrusting.

All the while we both are trusting

that the other's passion won't be done,

until we come together, joined as one.

Your gasps and moans soon turn to cries,

your voice sings to the rhythm of our clapping thighs.

And as my thrusts reach fever pitch

I feel your body start to twitch

Then suddenly, the little death

takes us both, and short of breath,

you summon up the strength to say 

"I want it, always, just this way!"

 

 

 

[PixieDust]

 🩷 Beautifully penned. 

[Mi****]

👌👌👌

[Fathership]

Thanks!

 

Any and all thoughts, feedback, feelings or inspiration for future poems greatfully received!

[Mi****]

2 minutes ago, Fathership said:

Thanks!

 

Any and all thoughts, feedback, feelings or inspiration for future poems greatfully received!

Love it! You have a few syntax errors though

[Kc****]

Brava! Oh Gorgeous One!

[Fathership]

Thanks - really glad you liked it.  Re:syntax errors, do you mean the * in some words to keep the mods happy without obliterating all meaning?  Or is there something else?

Edited June 12 by Fathership

[Mi****]

27 minutes ago, Fathership said:

Thanks - really glad you liked it.  Re:syntax errors, do you mean the * in some words to keep the mods happy without obliterating all meaning?  Or is there something else?

The feeling bolder part does not flow .. as well as the addition to the finger and pleasure centre… but it’s not a break

[Ma****]

That is flipping good, well done for that.

[Lt****]

❤️❤️🫦👏👏👏

[Fathership]

On 6/13/2025 at 2:03 AM, Masterwilkie said:

That is flipping good, well done for that.

Thank you!

[Fathership]

32 minutes ago, LttlMissy said:

❤️❤️🫦👏👏👏

Thank you most kindly, Missy!

[Lt****]

My pleasure. Thank you kindly for sharing it.

[Fathership]

27 minutes ago, LttlMissy said:

My pleasure. Thank you kindly for sharing it.

Stay tuned ... more poems to come! 

[ChaoticNature]

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