Wait

When I am rushing ahead of myself, you take my hands and place them in yours.

You smile at me, mouthing the words “Be still”.

Before I can answer, you have assembled the oils, the lotions and potions

With the intent

of

massaging away my aches and pains

So I sit with you and wait

I wait

for you to work

your magic

taking me to the zone

where stress cannot follow me

Your fingertips cast a spell

on my inner thighs

lower back

feet

and

breasts

I feel your tongue in my ears

Now that I am calm

centred even

May I return the favour

Shall I kiss the tip

of your nose

Brush my lips against your

erect nipples

Can we meet at point 69

partaking of mutual pleasure

Flesh

being

licked

sucked

and caressed

Now I know

Waiting brings

much

happiness

Pashun Nate 2009