A guilty pleasure fantasy without the guilt, which can only happen in a fantasy, for me anyway.


Guilty Free Fantasy (Fantasy Challange)

Lying on a feather bed
a pillow of down for my head
on a deserted beach somewhere
my back side to the sun is bare
Strong hands smooth the lotion on
from my neck to my waist and beyond
Eyes closed near hypnotic sleep
breaths come easy, slow and deep
The sea air fills my greateful lungs
and clears my mind of accusing tongues
My muscles relax, I feel no care
There are no burdens here to bare
As the hands work magic on my back
another pair hold up a velvet sack
From it comes a long handled brush
of fine set bristles, strong and plush
The hands run the brush through my hair
with long, lusterous strokes and the utmost flare
A sense of contentment escapse in a sigh
As the waves keep rhythm and the seagulls cry
I can do nothing wrong here this day
I make no wrong decisions
I have nothing to say
I discover I'm lying on a satin sheet
As another set of hands gently touch my feet
The pleasures threaten to overload my senses
when I'm told someone has mended all my fenses
No guilt, just pleasure in this fantasy
hands,lotions, bed,
beach, sea and me







Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-09-11 at 03:31

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keith nunes
sounds remarkable! dreams are free. yippee
2006-09-11


Kathy Lockhart
Ah yes, lets go to a spa sister! I'll leave you alone I promise. I'll be having my own massage and fantasy while you have yours and then we will eat chocolate, drink wine and swoon about Johnny Depp. mmmmmm
2006-09-11