Why don’t you relax while I strip the surface of my day from my mind

Let me open up to you

Blooming in our space

Filling our love up gracefully

Hands dug into nurture where we need healing

Titillating parts of my brain that you are here to stimulate

And I respond with favors returned to sender

So let’s address these dressings and tend to our wounds

Vibrating to get lifted



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