BECKY THE MASSEUR

There are those tuned for doing good

trained to lift spirits

dissolve moods

the rare birds.

 

She is one,

Becky the masseur

two doors down

bungalow bound

hemmed in by duty

and pressured love.

 

    My face is pressed down into the hole

    all her weight on me

    trust blending with thrust

    Mademoiselle masseur

 

    tight as a serpent's wish

    coiled around a skeleton

    in my favourite cupboard.

◄ IN THE VALLEYS

URINARY PACT ►

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Stu Buck

Sun 15th Jan 2017 17:11

great stuff ray. theres a massage parlour just up the road from me. i must give it a visit some time.

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raypool

Fri 13th Jan 2017 22:06

Thanks gentlemen - the bungalow does add a certain je ne sais quois , but then I live in one too. I'm glad I did a reccy of Beccy. Some would say dirty old sod, but it was all innocent and above board(sorry bench).

Ray

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Paul Waring

Fri 13th Jan 2017 17:24

Ray, quirky, down-to-earth and funny piece about British life. The final lines are brilliant. Ooh er indeed, you old saucepot 😜😜

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Fri 13th Jan 2017 08:38

ooh er Raymondo, life in Bungalow Town - I need to relocate 😎

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