The Massage You Kindly Offered Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

When I mentioned about my headache
You were so kind
You said you wished to give me a massage
So I could unwind

That thought lingered on my mind
That you were so considerate
A more thoughtful caring soul is hard to find
For a caring massage I'd be so primed

Nobody ever takes the time
It feels a little unfair, just short of crime
Everyone assumes I'm strong, always feeling fine
But you see right through, your thoughtfulness sublime

So that massage has been lingering on my mind
however kind the offer, however thoughtful the chance
I sort of wish we had the opportunity and the circumstance
I bet you'd have me so soothed and relaxed I'd be in a trance

But I was thinking about it long and hard
and I think we'd be better served
If I gave you the gentle massage that you deserve
Because I have kindness for you I keep in reserve

Let's darken the lights, black as night
Maybe just a soft night-light's glow
Put on some soft music you love and want me to know
Lay down upon your chest, and let expectation go

Let me help you off with your dress
So just your smooth bare skin will show
Feel my warm hand's their gentle and firm touch
I think I'd enjoy soothing you so much

Feel my hands move up and down
The smooth muscles of your back and spine
Feel secure and cared for knowing they are mine
I'll kiss you on your neck, and treat you fine

I feel your breathing; watch your rib cage rise and fall
I want to reach every spot of you, missing none at all
And if the phone rings, don't answer any call
watch instead the shadow of our silhouette upon the wall

Let me massage you from your head down to your toe
All of you I want to breath in and know
My affection for you will surely show
And in sharing it may grow

I imagine your firm calves from your walking every day
I'll massage them extra good to kneed the strain away
And when I get to your cute feet I might linger and play
You might have to ask me to put them away

I'll work up around your thighs, don't be shy
Don't scold me if I slowly work my way high
Your buns deserve a massage, at least let me try
I won't tickle you, or make you laugh until you cry

Your arms are weary too they need some tender care
I'll work from your shoulder down to your hands
and from your fingertips and your palms
Back up to your neck and underneath your hair

I'll take a break and kiss you as I do
so we feel like one for a while instead of two
And unless you think we're through
Roll gently over, we're doing the front side too.