305 ~ Back Ache Poem by stan pelfrey

she walked across
my back, 'cure's an ache'
she said

the weight became
too much, as I couldn't
breath or speak

she bounced around,
my chest pounded in
the floor, like a child
on a trampoline

then slowly on my
lower back, my kidneys
screamed from the vice
grip that she held

a reprieve came when
she moved to my butt,
now that felt good,

but the prior inflicted
pain detracted from
the sweet pleasure

she got off, I got up
and I said, 'from now on,
stay off my back'