I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my body
Making my way up the curves
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 feel
Your fingertips
Grace my neck softly
But like some poisons
You worked
Slowly and effortlessly
To infect me
With a swift touch
And leave me
Emptier than before
What's Mine Is Yours 