In Talking Massage Oils.

My face    
flat on the bed    
She's nestled herself      
comfortably enough    
to reach the stress in my neck    
using golden touch    
Both hands    
are soft    
yet firm    
     
You can feel the life fight    
in her grasp    
As she works the      
knotted      
muscles in my torso      
to pulp    
     
I can feel myself    
begging for more    
as if an overeager      
puppy saw a bone    
     
(And talking of bones)    
     
Well, I can't concetrate on a single thing    
I've thought of our naked embrace    
of how she dominates our    
alone time    
Yet submits, publicly    
     
I've thought of how she    
has filled the physical gap    
in the online world    
How good her shoes look    
next to my bed    
     
Thought of her body
how each part  
has left a  
forever effect  
on my life    
     
I feel    
her owning my skin    
as she rubs her oil    
with her nipples    
     
(And talking of bones)    
     
She takes ownership      
of darkness;   
turning    
me over    
     
While she medicates    
my chest    
to a shine    
Pulling the wearyness
from my pours    
while filling my body    
with    
her    
love    
     
and lust    
     
(And talking of bones)    
     
In the eruption    
I couldn't remember      
which switch was which    
or what we were talking about    
nor what the final    
     
thoughts      
     
should be    
     
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