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When

It really is the back,
between the blades,
not as revealing though smooth and silk-sheen at best
muscles help
and a revealing contour as blades, defining bone and strength
move, change shape, flex

the curve inwards in between

a woman's back her shoulders - alive
a polite promise,
nothing so basely open, nothing so certain of the sex
This area, like a spring valley between mountain ranges
a devastating area because it gives so much and offers more without compulsion, all wonder and glory at creation of shape, touch, taste, texture and smell,
demure or proud, aggressive or luring gentle
The back and the shoulders - yes please....