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when you tilt your head back,
i can see the veins in your neck
strain and stand out.

your skin pulls taut
and collarbones are defined.

i see your adam's apple move
as you swallow back tears.
your head falls forward,
caught just in time by your open palms.

those soft lips part,
and a shallow breath escapes.
my mind isn't where it should be.

i see your heart pounding
and rest a hand on your chest,
no fabric to stop me.

my lips find your neck
and i'm whispering against your warm skin.

i want your lips on mine
but i know i'll taste salt,
and that's enough to stop me.

for now.

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