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The Back Scratch
It does feel good.
I love it when he strokes my head,
Slowly tucks my hair
Behind my ear
And looks lovingly
Into my eyes.
He runs his nails down my back,
Pausing at the base
To scratch
Before teasingly climbing his fingers
Back up to my scalp
To start again.
It sends shivers down my spine every time.
He is playing me like a puppet.
His electric hands
In complete control,
Turning my head this way and that.
It's all very indulgent.
A big ego trip, me lying spread out on the bed
While he satisfies my tactile desires.
God. I love it when he touches me there.
It makes me purr...
I sometimes feel guilty
That our relationship is so one-sided.
Him working hard all day
To earn money to feed us both
While I whittle the days away
Sleeping and looking after the house
And looking beautiful for him when he gets home.
I know I could do more.
I'd love to return the favour,
To touch him all over.
But every time I go to massage his shoulders
In the same way
He gets upset.
I guess my claws must hurt a bit.
| Posted by Matt at 16:22 /writing # |