there’s no name for the back of the knee

or so they say.

that delicate area of skin

so gently folded when we kneel

a whispersoft place for your secret knowing.

there’s no word for how I feel,

a million spring to mind

but they won’t do.

no, nothing can describe

that exquisite tingle that floods through me

when you kiss the back of my knee

a whispersoft place for your secret knowing