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
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