NAPE:

The neck of the newborn babe in sleepy sweet repose,

Skin blushed pink & soft as delicate as the sunrise rose,

The grubby wee neck of the shrieking & shirking little lad,

As I soap & scrub raw, while he screams so red, hot & mad,

 Those purple maps of teenage dribbling & bumbling kissing,

Tattooed necks, thinking parents eyes overlook & go missing,

The delicate perfumed nape, as she bends & brushes her hair,

Beautifully Arched & alabastered, in solitary orgasmic prayer.

The neck imprisoned by society´s dull, tight & corporate ties,

Disguising who you really are & telling all the world white lies,

The scarf enwrapped neck, protected, secret & snuggly warm,

The noose tied tight, threatening life in sick, grey, murky dawn,

The sweaty erogenous bridge, the long road to my lover´s heart,

Where fingered caresses hit home, sharper than Cupid´s old dart,

The neck, from birth supporting life thread by soft & delicate nape,

Erotic muse till age overtakes & bestows its wise & transparent crepe.