why
can I not have the small
of
your back, the terminus of
graceful
curves I would travel
to
the column of your neck
where
the hair begins to grow,
in
short shy curls, near the soft
shell
of your ear and the firm
architecture
of your jaw,
a
wonderland for fingers
to
explore, a place of whispers
and
secrets that lips are eager to tell
.
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