A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.
LacrimosaFrom the necks up... well, whoever said two heads are better than one never met a hydra.
Sweet VenomWhat would you like to do with my neck?’ I asked. ‘Seduce me with your words. Feel free.
The Train of Arousalmy love is a winter’s mist gently dissolving through the window at the nape of your neck.
A touch, a tear, a tempestThe world hangs like a heart-shaped locket around my neck.
Woman of Influence: Ten Traits of Those Who Want to Make a DifferenceThe way I play, I go through a set in a year. So I put '58 Gibson Jumbo Bass frets on all my necks.
Stevie Ray Vaughan