Sometimes these little impish ditties use their wicked powers and take over my mind and body. What is a woman to do but to let them have their way.
A Massage Message
You say you pulled a muscle
And have a knot right there.
Would you mind if I massage it
With tender loving care?
And while I am applying
The oil of miracle cures,
Will you turn over quietly
And make this woman yours?
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 18:21
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