An Erotic Moonlight Massage

It is midnight, as you lay naked, face down, in a prone position and stretched out, on the massage table, with only the moonlight above, which shines down, through the skylight and the aroma, that permeates, of vanilla scented candles, which are strewn, about the bathroom, being the only sources, of light, as both, gives your alabaster skin, a soften milky glow, as the flickering flames, makes your body dance, with silhouetted shadows, on the walls, as I stand, just above, your waistline, to then have you feel, the warmth, of the baby oil, gently poured, on your back, as I begin, by first, leaning over, to kiss, the base of your neck, with your hair, loosely drapped over your shoulder, as I then touch, your flesh, bare backed, beneath my hands, as I spread, the liquid, over you, covering you, as I can sense, your bodies reaction, arching, twisting, as you wait, with bated breath, with heavy sighs and moans of pleasure, as tension releases, to where, my fingertips have traveled, from down your arms, over your ass cheeks, rounded globes, with zig zagging, down your thighs and too, your calves and the bottoms of your sore, tired, aching feet, following the same pattern, up and down and back again, not missing anything, of the essence, of you.

So now, as you turn over supine, your eyes, are locked on mine, as you watch me, drizzle, the still warm oil, over your firm, supple breasts, as your nipples, begin to harden, with each, loving stroke, as I lean over, passionately kissing your lips, telling you love yous, as I navigate, your curves, tracing your body, following the same path, as your back, letting you know, that this massage, is for you, my love, my life, my goddess.