My Sweet Masseuse

I miss you, my sweet masseuse
I miss the way you'd suck my cock
without ever being asked
a little ritual that took place
before you massaged my ass
then you'd take off your outfit,
your bra and then your panties
and lie back on the edge of the bed
fulfilling all my fantasies
I'd lift up your legs and dangle in
your sacred Bermuda triangle
they say Amelia once landed
with Wiley Post, stranded
I too get lost in there
a shiny place devoid of hair
I'd get imaginative and tip you
further back, you sweet ass hole in view
We laughed as I fucked you there
you didn't seem to care
even when I came inside you bare
and wet the table down, you'd see
and bring me sweet Chinese tea

You deserve a temple not a shop
A sacred place without a cop
They closed your door
and swept the floor
Instead of a parlor for pleasures
there is a guy selling old treasures
Why is sex a crime?
we had such a good time!
I miss you, my sweet masseuse