Therapeutic Massage

Picture this. Palm leaf cabana, over the ocean, on stilts, at the end of a long wooden dock. A few fluffy clouds in an azure sky. You lie naked on a bed, covered with a gossamer sheet flapping gently in the open windowed room. Eyes closed, you listen to the waves lapping against the thin wooden pilings outside. You hear the click of the oil bottle lid closing...the sound of her hands rubbing together. She starts to massage your feet...