waterstiel

poetrytofish:

I hit you again and again. I hit you. Shoulder, back, spine, head, I hit you, step one, two three, like dancing. Easy, like the way your shoulders rolled, like the way I creased the tension out of your body with a punch, with a caress. A finger slipped down the grooves of your body and you didn’t even notice, but you felt it all the same.

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