You let me give you a massage
Something that only professionals do
The slow, strong repetition of my hands
Fingers pressing into supple skin
Finding your relief in every breath
Your encouraging comments
While playing video games and lying in bed
The comfort of your voice, patient
In its familiarity of my quirks
Imperfections I let you see
You make my head feel like marshmallow
Sweetly candied thoughts playing tag
To and fro, the memory of laughter
My skin tingles remembering your lips
Deftly rendering me speechless
It is this that ultimately makes me weak
The reminders, the memories that niggle at my mind
A hypnotic state of being
Relishing the fact that I can call upon you
Anytime I wish