Sending Me To Paradise
25 Nov 2009
Those fingers gently yet firmly caressed my arms in masterful strokes, moving up and down. The slightly rough bits found in the scrub added texture and pressure to the massage. I could feel the dead cells of my skin exfoliated, scrubbed and cleansed. Instantly, I was one kilogram lighter.
Then, those same fingers found their way to my upper shoulders and kneaded away my fatigue, before ending their voyage on my face. I could feel the molecules on those areas being teased and pampered as my pressure points were lovingly tended to, sending a wave of bliss over my entire body and soul. It was like I was floating in the air. The warmth of the bed reminded me that I was still rooted: I was on Earth, and not heaven.
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