the shape of a man

your jugular notch traps

the tiniest puddle of sweat

collarbones like pathways

leading to shoulders, solid


your arms reliable and steady

calling to hold me

gentle hands, the weight of your fingers

on their lingering exploration of me


the scratchiness of stubble

sends shivers all around

following the burning trail

left by your warm lips


the softness around your belly

I truly cherish

and the hair spread across your body

waiting to be played with


the way your thighs tremble

from exertion

and the rising of your chest

when you breathe me in makes me tremble


and finally the parts unnamed

that call for attention

will get the love they deserve

just not here, not in words, not now

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