I really miss

the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.

The kind of place
you would revisit

if a tourist
of your body.

Maybe not the main attractions...
...maybe not the well known sites

(a little off the beaten track...perhaps) ?

But

the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.

keeps me...

(Like the swallows returning to Sorrento)

keeps me...
keeps me...

coming. . coming back.

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-body-is-a-foreign-country/