Back Rub  3.14.01

He sleeps
but not too far away
His breath
is more than there.

where are you?

i hit a brick wall
i looked for you there
i still couldn't find you.

Her heart is heavy with him
she wants to be uplifted

Other hands are waiting.
Some of them are friends.
They touch her body.
She knows it needs love.
They appreciate her form.

she's soft
and fair

It's daylight
it's dawning,
that silver-ice blue flame.

Must be the winter's
got her all fucked up like this.

All she wanted was a backrub.


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