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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.
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