Some days i'd settle
for someone to just scratch my back,
reach that one delicious
point of relief when the itch
you didn't know you had
is scratched.
Not rubbed. This is no massage.
But scratched
where i can't
reach.
Scratched across shoulder blades
and that spot where my bra
sits all day long,
then lower, right at the bottom
of my trapezius
and down lower
and i bend to offer the length of my latissimus dorsi
and the curve of my obliques.
Then up and down, moving across
scratching the length of my back
just above the gluteus medius
and a final
gentle
rub
and a pat.
There.
Better.
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