She's naked with head down, under a warm blanket
As the masseuse preps oil and warms up gentle hands
Putting on soft music to ease the tension glands
Spinning the mood to where she's lifeless in casket

Falling asleep with ease as the calming of seas
Makes a dream of a beach, and the crashing of waves
Resting the tired mind, with the muscles as slaves
To the fatigue of years under the breathing breeze

As the back gets work done, to thunderous echoes
Reliving fantasy of a carousel applause
As the storm passed over to the innocent pause

Turning over to back, with birds chirping meadows
The conclusion of rest and this relaxation
Can't wait for next session of dream sequence station