The way he holds the neck - there is a woman underneath his fingertips. He tocuhes her like the soil that was left to be discovered from ancient women - he slides on the skin soflty, like he is holding a souvenir - perhaps he is - oh, he loves, he loves how she rests and sways under his eyes , under all the layers of his own skin - and how he plays with her! There is a girl underneath his fingertips - he discovers every part of her womanhood - from the first blood - to the first she shared with him - he completes her, without him there is no sound - he makes it all disappear - he makes her disappear.