Hough
It's called the Popliteal Fossa,
colloquially, the 'Hough'.
It is that sweet place behind your knee
that looks so like a boudoir pillow,
and yet becomes a tender hollow
when at rest.
A disguised beauty, but ever responsive
to my lips caress.
Such are the small things lovers
hardly ever mention with words
as they allow flesh to speak to flesh.
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