Smooth, long strokes glide along my tense

body wash; over pressure points with ease

releases stresses of the day,

angel flutters whisper up my legs and arms

that sense, full of calm and excitement,

nerve endings implore additional attention;

ocean waves caress my skin, with each

wax and wane, quiet synapses, equilibrium serenely restored,

inducted into an altered state; surreal,

suspended disbelief and nirvana combined

end result, is  the wet noodle feeling,

armed with hope to face another day

...what a rush