Soft hands caressing skin with care,
An intimate dance of touch and air.
Energy flowing from hand to spine,
As you enter into a sacred shrine.
Warm oils dripping down the flesh,
Guiding you to a place of rest.
Breathing deep, you let go of all,
As the massage creates a healing call.
With each stroke, you feel alive,
As you open up and let go of strife.
In the language of touch, you find your terrain,
In the symphony of sensuality, you transcend the mundane.
Your body and mind begin to blend,
As you find a sense of unity and mend.
Sensual massage, a journey of the heart,
Guiding you to a place of pure rest.
xoxo
Zia
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