Come, let me lavish love
upon your shoulders to start;
thumbs probing for stubborn
points of stress, rolling them
about, plump grapes of pressure
aching to pop. s l o w l y
s t r e t c h i n g
long ropes of back muscle,
langorous luxurient strokes
all
the
way
down to cup the flexors
around
(your parenthetical)
hips.
you didn't even know
you were tight there, did you?
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
Come, let me lavish love
upon your shoulders to start;
thumbs probing for stubborn
points of stress, rolling them
about, plump grapes of pressure
aching to pop. s l o w l y
s t r e t c h i n g
long ropes of back muscle,
langorous luxurient strokes
all
the
way
down to cup the flexors
around
(your parenthetical)
hips.
you didn't even know
you were tight there, did you?
Always at your service, memsahib.
2-2-2011 JMF
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