Can You Imagine?

Can you imagine, a day so long, your mind and body exhausted from the work you toil with. As you step through my door carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, all you desire is for all of it to go away, if just for a moment. The stress of your life bearing down upon you like a carnivore upon its prey ready to consume you.

You long for rest, for relaxation, your body craves attention, a break. Your mind desires to shut down and forget everything for a while, to stop its constant whirling of information running here and there. Your head hurts, your feet are sore and your back is weary. You have pushed yourself to physical limits and beyond, demanded by those that seek the admiration for your hard efforts. Efforts that you deserve recognition for, that you know you will never receive.

Can you imagine, me walking up to you as you throw your coat on the sofa. Looking deeply into your eyes, tenderly putting my arms around your waist, pulling you close. Your eyes so elegant yet so deep with frustrations of the day to day. Speaking softly as if to say, "I cant take anymore, help me."

I take deep notice of your pain and pull you to the sofa to remove your heels, massaging your feet gently. Pulling all of the aches they have suffered through the day out and into my hands to be quickly discarded through the strength of my body. Bearing the weight they have carried all day long, the gorgeous frame of your body and the insurmountable dilemmas that you have faced.

You run your hand across my cheek, without a word you look at me and tell me you need rest, a moment in time where you can forget all. To close your eyes and leave the world behind, taking with you only those things that bring you utter fulfillment.

Can you imagine, as I pick you up, you laying your head upon my shoulder. Your eyes closed and longing for the sleep that your body is so very much in need of. I carry you to the bathroom where I set you down upon your feet, your body wavering as if the forces outside are pushing and pulling. You open your eyes and take notice of where you are. The room is light elegantly with the light of a thousand candles placed all around. As if in a dream, the firelight dances upon the walls, entrancing your senses.

I pull upon the buttons of your blouse, separating them and opening the fine fabric, pulling it off your luxurious shoulders and down your weakened arms. I pull down softly at the short black business skirt that you had pulled up so many hours earlier in preparation for the day. Loosening your bra that has held up your breast and freeing them to naturally lay where they may, discarding it quickly to the side. Pulling down the beautiful lace panties that constrains your sex, constricting, and allowing your skin to finally breathe.

Can you imagine, as you stand before me completely open and vulnerable, trusting me and my touch. Your legs weak and your head tottering slowly, hair falling about your back and shoulders, searching for your pillow. I kiss you softly on your lips and again pick you up, coddling you close to me like a child, like a soul that I love so deeply. I carry you and place you gently into the warm waters of the bath that I have drawn for you. The healing waters breach the contours of your body and it envelops you completely.

Being submersed in a blanket of warmth your muscles begin to relax, crying forth for an end to the tension. You sigh and a small smile breaks upon your lips as if to acknowledge the gift that I have given you. Kneeling beside the large tub my hands got to work. Lathering a warm soft cloth with the finest soap, scented with the aroma of lavender which calms you and puts your mind at ease. I bathe you gently, moving the cloth across your shoulders and neck, pulling from them the weight you long to discard. My other hand following the cloth closely behind as if to embed the sensual love that my heart is openly giving to you.

Can you imagine, my hands running across your breast as the warm water breaks away to make room for them and their path. My hands drawing out the suffering that you have endured and replacing the suffering with complete devotion. Your eyes are closed as you enjoy the richness of this moment while my hands glide across your flesh. Sucking out all of the negative vibes, the negative thoughts from your mind. Replacing the negative energies with renewal and hope. My hands work their way across your stomach and notices the quiver as it attempts to remind you of your hunger. My hands acknowledge this and are softly removed.

I dry my hands on the Turkish cotton beside me and reach for a white plate, adorned with the finest presentation of the wonderful food your body craves for nourishment. Taking the silver fork and piercing a small portion of the most juicy and savory meat, I bid you to open your mouth and you part your lips with gratitude. I place the meat between your lips and without opening your eyes you take it in. Your face melts at the delightful tastes that wash across the palate of your tongue. Perfectly seasoned and marinated in the finest wines, you open your eyes for the first time to see what it is that I have fed you. Your eyebrows curl and then look up to me and with a puppy dog look that thanks me. I feed you, not wanting your arms to bear anymore labor then they already have for the day. In quite seclusion we are embraced in the methodical dance of the candlelight.

Can you imagine, your stomach is satisfied and now prepares itself for the work it has to do. Drawing even more of the negative energy from your body and pulling that energy to the spellbinding meal you have taken in. I reach for your feet, lavishing them with the scent of lavender and drawing forth the pressure they have encapsulated and longing to relinquish. My hands soothe you and your mind withdraws to a blissful state of relaxation while your bath continues. My hands do not miss a beat as they run their course up your legs and down your thighs, bringing you to a state of weary arousal. Your body longing to be taken, yet desiring rest.

I know what your body needs more and for that I do not touch you but a moment. As if in that brief moment that my hand slides across the folds of your sex, drives the desire of my humanity to be one with you. Yet at the same time also bears the knowledge of your weariness and your greater need for blissful slumber. My hands respect you as they continue to wash away the troubles of your day with each stroke of my fingertips across the moistened skin of your legs as they work their way back down to your feet. My hands have performed their magic and bathed you completely. Even your back feels the sensation of my hands and arms as they bury themselves deep beneath you in the blanket of warm water that sedates you.

Can you imagine, as I take your hand in mine at the depths of the warmth and pull it up, bidding you to stand but for a moment longer, assuring you that you will stand no more to follow. Your legs comply with the renewal they have been given by my soft touch and bring your gorgeous frame back upon your feet. Gently I pour across your shoulders warm baby oil, for your skin is deserving. It cascades down your form like small crystalline rivers filling quickly the tiniest crevices and basins of your skin. Running its course across your breast, around your nipples and falling to the warm water below from the base of your breast Some even rolling beneath your breast to continues its path along your flesh below as if the power of your body defies gravity and physics, pulling the warm oil, and clinging to it.

My hands again slowly and gently massage the oil deep into your skin as if to penetrate your consciousness with absolute pleasure and utter bliss. Your mind has melded away all fears and worries of your day with each passing caress of my hands. You suddenly feel so very far away from all that has troubled your mind and your body, pulling you into a new state of calm. A calm that takes your mind and soul and draws you to the renewed vigor your body had not so long ago longed for. As the oil saturates your skin, you feel what little negative energy remaining in your body become ripped away and replaced by the warmth of the tender love of my hands. A love that exceeds the depths of the oceans, the highest peaks, and the vastness of space. Your entire body, cleansed and purified by this love, it fills you completely and creates deep within the graciousness for this act.

Can you imagine, as the muscles in your legs can bear no more weight, my hands take notice of their trembling. I pick you up yet again, removing this weight from your tired soles. You are not cold, the warmth of the oil has spread deeply within and maintains the warmth across your body. I carry your moist body to a small sofa in my bedroom and lay you down. The finest Turkish cotton compiled to create the towel beneath you feels like a bed of rose petals upon your flesh. I reach for a towel and dry your body completely, from your shoulders and neck to the tips of your toes. I rub vigorously with the soft towel, grabbing whatever is left of your tiring day and soaking it up with the soft fabric. You feel completely relaxed, every muscle in your body now properly prepared for the state that you mind desires so much. A state that will take you to complete fantasy, dreams, that will seize you and your body, carrying them on a blanket of clouds. Your eyes open briefly for the last time as I again pick you up and carry you to bed. Looking deep into my eyes as I smile upon you, you tell me how much you appreciate this act.

I lay you down upon my bed, on the softest cottons and you bury your hands beneath your cheek and coil up like a child. Your eyes close for the last time, so gratefully and brings you to soft sensuous sleep. I lay behind you, my left arm above your head, my right moving to and fro upon the soft skin of your thigh, your hip, your waist, your side as if to guard and shield your soul from the terrors of horrific dreams that may haunt you. For they fear my hands, because they protect you and keep you safe. You fall deeply as your subconscious is aware of this protection and the sleep you so desire takes you completely.

Can you imagine?