“Rubs” by @inappropwriting   3 comments

When I run my hands over your body, I can feel you relax. You love the touch of my fingers, hands, my nails. Every morning, there’s nothing I love more than feeling your body release under my hands.

Your painful torso loves my touch on your ribs. Everything on you hurts, my poor baby. I can massage your feet, your thighs, your back, your temples. When I rub on your head, I reach for your hair and pull. You relax when I pull your hair. There’s nothing I love more than feeling your body move to my hands. There’s nothing you love more than when I ask you if you want rubs.

Rubs is what we call it. I force my hands and elbows into your poor tired back, and when I do it right, I can feel you align. And breathe better. Then you fall back to sleep in my arms. And you are safe.

I’ve known @inappropwriting on Twitter ever since a harrowing night in November (I believe) 2008 when she talked me through my tears, fears, pain, and proved that friendships can occur across the interwebz artificial synapses. She’s daring and mysterious. Read more of her at her blog.

Posted August 17, 2010 by thejournalinggame

3 responses to ““Rubs” by @inappropwriting

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  1. I’d enjoyed it. Thank you 🙂

  2. There’s nothing I love more than feeling your body move to my hands. <= Great line. Something that pleases me as well.

  3. Where can I sign up for a “rub?” Just reading it relaxed me. 🙂

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