You start at my feet
Massaging my aches
From the ground up
Hands slipping slowly
Up tired calves
Spreading tender thighs
As pain escapes my body
In moans
I writhe in pleasure
Succumbing to your fingers
Willing your hands higher
There's a deeper ache
Inside me
That needs soothing
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Thanks for reaching out. You have touched me with your words.