You tell me every day, how my neck shows all the structures with each turn.
You say how it gives you access to all my secret spots, how you trail your lips affectionately from my chest to my jaw via my Adam's apple. How you can get me to relax just by pressing your mouth to it; because in the end, you're always the one who can see right through me.
You tell me everyday how you could stare at the bruises you have sucked on my neck, showing the world who I belong to.
Oh, how you know me.