Flattery

inside the room
you rest your feet
on the stool
and you ask her
to massage
these feet a little
gentle like the
way the other
woman does
not like the one
that a wife
does to a husband
the other one
is trying hard
to please you
while the real one
wants to finish
is quickly
and then you
tell her
that her love
is just
perfect for
this rare
occasion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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