8:49) chris abraham 09-JAN-98 15:46

the small of my back. its where everything sits. sometimes the shoulders, but not this year. the weakpoint of me. i have not received a massage from anyone in well over a year. to think that touch is such a distant concept in my life at the moment. i remember the nights in uni when all there was was touch. since when is fucking considered touch? there does not need to be much of anything in this sharing. hard pressure, hair in hand, arched back, ankles and hands and hot breaths. tongues. pressure, heat, gripping, nails tearing long red lines down the flank, down the back. rushing under water, holding onto the wall, pressing the nose into the pillow. pressing the body against something firm to support the shock of the blows. hiding the bruirranbr under coverup, like the hickies you hid in the world before the drama, before you knew that she liked to be fucked up against the wall or that you loved to feel the razor tips of the bloodreds in the place where wings would sprout were