Nap of Neck

by The Abolitionist

The back of your neck like
Beautiful landscape of,

Fresh valleys and clear ponds.

Little hairs near the top of
Your neck gently fold over like,

Thin trees in blowing wind.

I'm lost in gaze, seeing my
lips kiss the
Warm and smooth surface of

The breath of my nostrils, though
restrained by the beat of my heart, blow
smoothly as my lips prostrate themselves on,

Surface of warm skin.

Sweet darkness engulfs my sight as if I
Caught in a moment of prayer,
praying for
This moment to last...


Nap of Neck by The Abolitionist

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