I lay stomach-up <br />pregnant <br />and he, <br /> <br />applied ever so slowly <br />massage oil evenly. <br /> <br />And I talked to the baby <br />'You know who that is? <br />That is your daddy. <br />He is such a nice man <br />he gives mommy all the massages she wants.' <br /> <br />He said <br />'That's right. I give mommy all of the massages she wants <br />and she feels so good <br />you can probably feel it all the way inside there.' <br /> <br />'Oh my God' I said, <br />I think he kicked! ' <br /> <br />He said <br />'Well he was probably <br />trying to get some sleep <br />and we are here keeping him awake.' <br /> <br />'You know I said. <br />I'm glad I married you.' <br /> <br />He said, <br />'No I'm just another trophy-husband; <br />you married me for my good looks <br />and if you didn't <br />now is a good time to lie.' <br /> <br />What do You think junior? <br /> <br />One kick for yes; <br />two kicks for no.' <br /> <br />'Oh Oh.' she said <br />'two kicks! '<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/massage-baby/
