The Masseuse

Ouch! It hurts
Gently,
Ahh, it hurts
Gently.

Right there
It feels better,
Ahh, right there
Much better.

I never thought a back that aches so much
Could feel so relieving
After a little rubbing
And a little kneading

I should turn face up, perhaps
So you may align my heart,
It got snapped up
After the last breakup;
Sweet masseuse
Can you massage my heart too?


A broken sole!
Nothing hurts more than a broken soul
But the gentleness of your fragile fingers
Can mend even a broken bone.

Mhh, this fragrance all over
Is it the ointment or your perfume?
It smells good and better when you bend over.
Ahh, the tenderness of your touch I presume
May put away a stroke of one's doom

I was tempted to turn,
You said I could turn;
And now that I've turned,
I am tempted to touch.

The sheet
It's dropping off,
Wait, don't only adjust it
Pull it over the both of us
And massage me.