woman
is small. she's asian.
black hair,
quiet
and shy.
but good lord she's strong.
she's mighty mouse
in a sarong.
hands like steel.
elbows grinding out
the deep tissue,
making me moan.
she walks on my back
cracking the bones
like kindling in a forest.
she drums the daylight
out of my legs
and arms,
my shoulders.
with her rapid fired
fists of fury.
ginger bakers got nothing
on this girl.
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