and whipped
by work, and life
in general,
i go down
to my local massage parlor
to have
Ingrid walk
on my back, and pummel
my muscles
until they're nice
and soft again.
it's been a long week.
give it to me,
i tell her.
she only weighs about
a hundred
pounds,
a canary of a girl,
but i can take it.
tell me if i'm hurting
you, she says
in a soft
voice. tender,
almost loving,
nah, you can't hurt me,
hop aboard
and show me what
you got.
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