She rubs me where it hurts;
and makes it feels so damn good.
She rubs me all night.
Even when she rubs me wrong
it feels alright. Her touch
is gentle until the urge
makes her take a more aggressive stance.
And whenever I get the chance
I go ahead and rub her back.
(And sometimes I even rub her back)
I let my words caress in places
that puts broad smiles on both our faces
and when I can I’ll leave a trace of me on her
quite sure I’ll have a bit of her on me.
So I don’t mind just how she rubs me,
as long as she doesnt stop!
And therein lies the rub!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016