...it starts with the little mark just below your neck... which leads into that wide expanse of clear, white skin, with a light speckle of dots and slits that tell untold stories... that white skin that glides smoothly when you move... and the shoulder blades that rise majestically proclaiming its strength... and the gentle rise of your spine that trembles when i touch it and the base of that spine that promises wild fantasies beyond...

yes, i know your back well.
i have seen you walk away too many times.