The smell of sweet lotion

in harmony with sweat

a long day ends best

with the pleasure of you

Rubbing roughly

then gently

chaos into pattern

caressing lined soles

sore

tired

but now relieved

but now relaxed

Soothed from strain

by rhythmic patterns

from strong hands

that knead until they ache

with pleasure

and still continue

with power and precision

Following muscles up and down

pressure gives way to a kind of ecstasy

that only I am capable of providing

That only I am capable of receiving

simple subservience that gives way

to so much more

pleasure

Intimacy

a reason for being

affected only by this

I love my simple toil