Falling In Love With My Massage Therapist, A Contortionist by Bob Bradshaw
She strings her right leg around my torso, massages my spine.
"Relax, bend..." Her left foot, a python,
inches up my inner thigh. Yes, yes...
She laughs. "I'm only available on Wednesdays."
Again my life is a jammed door.
She strings her right leg around my torso, massages my spine.
"Relax, bend..." Her left foot, a python,
inches up my inner thigh. Yes, yes...
She laughs. "I'm only available on Wednesdays."
Again my life is a jammed door.