I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my bodyÂ
Making my way up the curvesÂ
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me
Tag: Neck
I can still feelÂ
Your fingertips
Grace my neck softly
But like some poisons
You workedÂ
Slowly and effortlesslyÂ
To infect meÂ
With a swift touch
And leave meÂ
Emptier than before
What's Mine Is Yours 