My Massage

That feeling of pain
That borders on pleasure
That burning that itches
But I  don’t want it to stop
The touch that I’ve been missing
The stretching, pulling, pushing
The manipulation of tissue
To leave me in a puddle
By the hour’s end
This is my time
This is my massage

Your Beloved Author,
Sandra Easter

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