I haven't taken it off since you gave it to me. It circles around my neck like a loveable padlock - who said I you we live dangerously? - a touch a taste a trace of you that brushes against my flesh, touches my skin, flirts with my neck. I remember a day night day night a bite here a kiss there a finger here a fist there a day night day night. Gentler, harder, faster, slower. Brushing, touching, flirting. A touch a taste a trace of you circling around the flesh on my neck. I haven't taken it off.