Poem: Massage in bed

Rub me down with oils and lotions,
soiling your hands with touch against my firmness,
against my skin my bones, my rising arches.

Rub me down mounted on my ass,
crushing knots with compressing knuckles inches in my back,
stuffing pressure along long lines of stress.

Rub me up with your intent,
heating your lust with inches and feet of massage
I'm begging you for.

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