She came home exhausted and whispered,“Baby, I desperately need a massage.”
I smiled and said,
“Say no more.”
She lay down and said,
“Start with my shoulders.”
I gently started rubbing them.
She sighed and said,
“Lower.”
I grinned and moved down.
She whispered,
“Lower…”
I smiled and asked,
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and said,
“Yes, my lower back is killing me.”
I stopped and stared at the ceiling.
She laughed and said,
“Your imagination needs a massage too.”
