Poetic Therapy
Come here, let me look into you.
I can see you’ve had a hard day,
boss being a dick as usual eh?
Never mind him, they all get their
comeuppance in the end.
Let me soothe that knot from your shoulders.
There, that feels good, yes?
I know, you’ll give me half an hour
to stop.
This won’t take that long.
Mmmm.
I can sense all your stresses leave.
Should we take this further?
Pour a little glass of wine.
Kick your shoes off.
I can do this all over you, all night.
You want me to?
Cool, that’s how
we should roll - you needing me,
me kneading you.
I’m joking.
You know this satisfies
me as much as you, right?
It’s the tensions of touch, the touch
of nuances;
the long, lingering surprise
of the metaphor.
There.
That’s better.
19/12/19
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Author:
FrasMac (
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Comments5
Hilarious I adore the metaphor and to put it like this is very creative and most therapeutic 🌹
More than most chuckleworthy .. made me spill my porridge down me jim jams .. Oh' n welcome to HP ..
Neville
thanks for the comments, appreciated!
Word........................play.
And plenty fun along the way.👐
Cheers Dave, thanks for popping by!
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