The Pleasure of a Massage

Hands move in deliberate lines, coaxing tension out of flesh and thought alike.

Oil warms the skin, fragrant and slick.

The body yields; breath matches pressure and release. A massage is more than touch.

It is permission to stop bracing against the world.

For a moment, everything thins to sensation.

The mind drifts. The body hums. You rise lighter, rewritten.