Weakness – collarbones
A perfectly exposed collarbone can tease me, draw me in like nothing else, whether it’s shown intentionally or not. In fact, probably more so when it just peeks through a loose-fitting shirt or tank top. It’s intriguing. Alluring. It’s a hint of more.
I love the way it looks strong yet delicate at the same time. The tenacity of the bone and the temptation of the flesh surrounding it. Funny, I like the same qualities in a woman, too.
The collarbones meet in this amazing convergence between the heart and head, leading in a natural line from one other favorite location, the shoulders, to another, the neck. Just a few inches lower, and you hover above the heart beat. Just a few inches higher, and you have one of the strongest pulse points in the body just under the skin. Who wouldn’t want to spend a while there?
November 23rd, 2009 at 9:56 pm
Well. Yes.
I also love that “clavicle” sounds like a musical instrument. “How well do you play the clavicle?” “Oh, I’ve been playing the clavicle for years.” “I’m professionally trained on the clavicle.”
That last quote is a little sketchy. I’m thinking call girl.
November 23rd, 2009 at 10:54 pm
Contrary to your tastes in cologne, you and M share an affinity for the clavicle!
November 24th, 2009 at 7:51 am
oh, yes! indeed.
November 24th, 2009 at 9:19 am
I love the way your fingers can fit so perfectly in the little nooks and crannies!
November 24th, 2009 at 4:25 pm
mmm. yum.
also, perf pic.