I wriggled underneath powerful palms
She banished my knots with her masseuse charms
A fire burned politely, casting warmth from the floor
The tickling had me in endless motion like a saloon door
And yet there was calmness, an aroma soaking through
It rested on my body like the morning dew
When I opened my eyes the world was still there
But I had shifted slightly, breathing a fresher air