slow-release chatoyant energy poems

You giving me a massage

an embrace of your massaging golden hand
the warmth of wonder, it's glowing from within
i am lying on my back head low, you stand
to my left, and making the moves on my skin
you on my right, soft angle, pressure point land
with thumbs on flesh, the fingers soft, rolling thin
awakening my sense of well-being now
there's a smell of jasmin in the mix somehow
with eucalyptus, some rose, and sandalwood
more up and down your grip tighter if you could
blessing our intimate moments as it should

Note ▼

ELEVENTH POWER Poetry Form
(invented by Christina Jussaume)
11 lines
• 11 syllables in each line
• rhyme scheme: a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c-d-d-d