sexualising; /ˈsɛksjʊəlʌɪz/ [v.]
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The earth is a trembling thing.
I lay at her feet and kiss her ankle.
We are all trembling things
The nape of your neck.
Even the sound of the word nape sounds holy to me.
That and the hollow of your neck.
The peek of your chest that your shirt sometimes reveals.
These are the stations of my quietest, most insistent.
All the kisses I scribbled on your neck.
It were written in disappearing ink.
Sorry this poem took eleven years to reach you.
YOU ARE READING
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Fanfictionpiszczek; completed+ 11 years to count, they are no longer friends, or lovers, they are strangers with most powerful stares and no one knows except them {previously dictionwords}
