Water Massage Therapy
Poem about a bad day with a good ending
Woke up late, threw the alarm clock
Grabbed my pants, slipped on a sock
Coffee spilled on my brand new shirt
Christ that’s hot, nipples got burnt
Tire was flat had to pump her up tight
Wait for clerk to get quarters right
Bad day at the office, boss a real jerk
Had my way never return work
Lunch arrived cold and had anchovies
Livin’ on a Prayer like at Bon Jovi’s
Brief was lost in the e-mail system
Instant Messages always be missin’
A raise he cried, you must be crazy
Of all my workers you’re most lazy
Know it aint true I work like a horse
Crackin’ thunder like a God that’s Norse
Associate on Facebook in next cubicle
Secretary not typing, checking a cuticle
Finally headed out to the old homestead
Thinking only of cold beer, warm bed
Horribly stressed, cried me a river
Threw off clothes, shake and shiver
Jumped in water, paddled around
Gurgled and gargled a salty sound
My girl came by, saw me there
Pulled out ribbon, cascading hair
Smile so bright, rivalled the sun
Twinkling blue orbs a promise of fun
Stripped to her undies nary a care
Dry mouth gaping, paddle and stare
Bra and panties so wet, so tight
Smooth tanned skin, Lord such a sight
She dove ‘neath surface, stroked my leg
Please Lord, come up I plea and beg
Goddess in my vision, shimmer and shine
Can’t begin to believe this one’s mine
Water dripping o’er breasts, twine and stream
Pool in belly button, truly divine dream
A kiss she planted as I spluttered and splashed
Against my chest her body was mashed
Laughing, giggling, in water she teased
Overtaxed body getting’ weak in knees
Broke her contact, swam up, then under
Pulse winning Nascar, heart torn asunder
Soaking wet cotton hides not a thing
Constricted throat wanting to sing
Tears dried up, water level dropped
Body feeling like it’d been stropped
Clambered out side, slid to the ground
Caressed by breeze, crickets only sound
Haze clouded stars round blood quarter moon
Lovely creature next to me, Mother Nature’s boon
Sat by my side, head thrown back
Throbbing artery in neck beat like a jack
Runnels of water drip hither and yon
Stresses of day dead and gone
Leaned damp head on my shoulder
Arm slipped round, nearer to hold her
Forgotten bad thoughts that earlier whirled
Here with her all wonderful in the world
Despite all the stress it’s all worth it
As long as by her side I can just sit
Nothing so bad, young man, his lady
Swim under blood moon by a tree that’s shady
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald is a 911 dispatcher of 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Very well written. Thank You.