Quotes about massage, page 5
A Poem A Day
a poem a day
is a pain in my neck.
and that
is everyday.
and everyday is
also a pain
in my neck.
and my neck
however,
has no mouth
to complain.
i need a massage.
i need a little
pampering.
perhaps a kiss
in my
ass from
an innocent
moral
religious
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unincorporated Insights VIII
In the realm of persuasive dominion,
We are grinding in mechanized fittings,
Smashing in the roll of pressing pinions,
Watching as our heads— crushing and splitting—
Massage into a rouge polish for gears.
Our thoughts slowly gloss over orange rust—
Now crusting with our suppurated smears—
As the accruements shift and readjust.
Why do we pancake our skin and our bones,
Flattening our pursuits and our passions?
Why melt each other to produce clones
Portioned to consume commodity rations?
As we instill and install these values,
Fallacies that we believe in argue.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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No Ego to Massage
Not a fool to be sidetracked by illusions.
No one I know was raised to praise misgivings,
Or mischief!
Or pretend something was there,
That did not exist.
Or be rattled by gossiped lies.
Here to produce with a caring that is done.
And leave it to benefit.
Not to attract attention from anyone,
By it that sits in its own relevance.
'That'...
If it should come,
Is not the intention that is welcomed.
This journey has no ego to massage,
Or be branded in a class to find as mastered!
That is not the satisfaction...
One seeks to pass that is long to last!
Only one who can deliver to leave,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egoist
I am not here to shore up your bones,
Massage your ego or give you loans.
Not here to serve you, make you feel good
I do have some feelings I'm not made of wood.
You expect silence and no complaint,
Whilst your behavior would try a saint.
Your far too demanding your standards too high,
And all to often you make weaker men cry.
So farewell to you and our your stupid fights
No more of the bad moods or sleepless nights.
Enough of your leering enough of your lust,
I won't let you force me into the dust.
So I'll leave for now and I don't wish you well
And all I can say is I'll see you to hell.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Guy Has The Best
Guy with no last name is the best,
He is a way, way above the rest.
For they are not in his stratosphere,
He has cute eyes, and a cute rear.
I have the experience I'm totally sincere.
I imagined me flying in to see him,
on one of my many trips,
pay him to be a masseuse
and massage my hips.
Hey, you have to have an entourage
Guy with no last name has a great sausage.
Italian sausage that is,
That was the favorite dinner in my house as a kid.
My cousins where Italians so we picked it up from them.
I digress, yes, Guy is the best, I do confess.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on August 16,2011
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A Date On Valentines, A Tryst With A Twist
do not forget to wear
your wedding ring
for they will check it
as i too shall bring mine
got a room reserved for us
at Eddie's
a marital bed with a
hot and cold shower
and a love chair
and a jacuzzi and a
complimentary swiss
massage for both
of us
a sumptuous dinner
for two inside the room
with a classical music
of mozart at the
background
the pillows are strawberry
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spend This
Dedicated To Those With Fixations..
With no life to live
Go on a spending spree
Purchase a multitude
Feel powerfully competent
Don't need any of it
Cram the bags
Hide away the boxes
Hold my breath
Got to exhale
Nothing left to do
Anxious beyond reasoning
Bite my fingernails
Take a four hour bath
Water's too cold
Go shopping again
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poem by Billy Thompson
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A Fixation
between two islands
of my life
i set upon a swim
this middle portion
of clear calm waters
it is not deep
no storms not even a wave
it is crystal clear
and beneath
a white sandy floor
some fish lick my legs
and tickle my pelvis
some sea grass massage
the soles of my feet
and so i like it here
and i am not going somewhere
or anywhere
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My once upon a time, baby
Baby, I'll lead you somewhere better
Take my hand, and I'll take away the ghosts that scream in your head
I'll dress you up in pretty dresses, take out that priceless smile,
you look so fine
Massage your red raw knees
Wipe that frown off your angel face
I'll lead you to places so beautiful, not even mama dears bedtime stories can compare.
Be the Cinderella they never saw, but I gazed at all day.
I’ll be your prince charming if you say so, babe
Your mine, and I’m yours if you say so.
Just take my hand, and be my sleeping beauty as I awaken you from your nightmares,
With one smooth kiss…
We’ll begin our happily ever after……….
poem by Racina Rodriguez
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Washed my Feet
Mmmm I know to most this may not seem like much but last night my man washed my feet. He took the sponge and dipped in the water then he held over my feet and let the warm water dripped down on. Woo it felt so good. He then lathered up his big strong hands with soap and began massaging my feet. It felt like ecstasy. Now, he was done with his soap massage he once again wet them with the sponge and when he was done my feet shined like two new pennies. He then dried them and girl that man of mine finished by giving my feet a kiss. I know my man loved me because last night he washed my feet.
Note: This is fictional I wrote this from a woman's point of view.
poem by Lore Me34
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