Bodyworker

By: Kitsune

I dance to free myself; love me with my chains.

Smooth and slick, my fingertips will drive you to dream,

but it’s just a professional’s touch -- my heart is only in my art.

Soft and low, I’ll ask you what you like -

my voice won’t travel past the veil of privacy drawn around.

I can be soft, or tough - your choice is my pleasure.

I can take the long silences or be your sounding board;

(confidentiality is included with the fee).

While your head swims and your body gives in,

I’ll be planning the minutes to my next pick.

All the tricks I’ve learned and the hours of practice will guarantee -

You’ve never had better hands than mine.

Like a master collector I’ll choose whom I keep,

only the best will find their name into my little book.

You’ll be back for more, asking for me by name. . .

With the right incentive, I’ll trail you along like captive dragonflies

To wherever my feet may roam.
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