I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Where I am always warm and always loved.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your hands around my waist keeping me grounded.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
So that every time I look up your lips will meet mine.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Because I know when I have sad days you'll only hold me tighter.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Where my mothers disappointment will be reflected off my shoulders.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your love will be the only words to impact me.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
The smell of your flannels reminding me to breath.

I want to live in the crook of your neck,
Your touch telling me I am part of your beautiful life.

I want to live in the crook of your neck.

Were there things of I scarcely write,
Flesh-bound secrets: my darkest plight.
Unaided heat and aching skin,
A howling instinct come from within.

Such carnal longings... my guiltless crime
But none do know my mind sublime.
Left to myself, I twist and turn,
Frustrated flames in which I burn.

I feel the madness course through my veins.
I pull my hair; frustration reigns.
From my bit lip and furrowed brow,
Aroused, I ask myself "how now?"

In vast bedchambers, I lay alone.
My mind basking in depths unknown.
My toes curl tight and nails dig deep
for nowhere will my wetness seep.

I groan quite softly, left unappeased.
Such torment stands eternal tease.
Just one is tangled in pillows and sheets,
Trembling of wanting and unshared heat.

All over my skin the goose-bumps rise.
Perhaps a beast you'll find in my eyes.
What secrets be there in my physique,
Hidden within an element mystique.