A Poem Written by Vivian Ennis 07/07/2000
Naked skin glistens
With each touch of oil spread thin
In the candles beautiful light
That does not burn so very bright
Muscles when pressed on swerve
In flow with their beautiful curves
As kneading begins with the music so low
My arms and hands always know which way to go
The feel of soft skin
Sometimes frail and thin
The body warms to the energy of my healing
Muscles relaxing and then releasing
Energy moves as you’re surrendering to my touch
Massage Therapy you can never get too much
Written by Vivian Ennis 07/07/2000