September 24, 2008

• The Massage

  Did you know that last night the night before
  I came knocking on your door
  It was I who dared to come within
  Only to impart what was needed to begin
  
  I had to share this special event
  Before this frosty night was spent
  The crisp snow bequeaths light of the moon’s glow
  And icicles were dripping so
  
  As I entered unknown to thee
  The air was saturated with Burberry Brit cologne from me
  There man and woman lay in slumber sleep
  As if the lord was so to keep
  
  Sleep you must and I dare not wake
  Dreams were surely in the make
  I pulled down white linen covers
  Splendor of beauty I discovered
  
  I went gently to work and massaged special lotions
  Working fast with great devotion
  The air now full of perfume
  As I walked around the room
  
  The night was old
  Covers without they would get cold
  I pulled up white linen covers
  Man and woman were lovers
  
  I awoke the next day
  My head in disarray
  The visit was real as far as I can perceive
  But dreams that night seemed hard to believe
  
  I lay in my bed there in the air was the smell of that special lotion
  My mind worked and gave rise to this notion
  That it was truly I that visited last night the night before
  I came knocking on your door
  
  If you wake from morning slumber
  Burberry Brit cologne is fully encumbered
  Please then forgive my intrusion
  As none of this was an illusion. ©2008

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