>>7128>collarbones? Really?We all have our preferences on parts, but really women can only ever be taken as a whole, and each part has context. The collarbone is exquisite because of this context.
Exactly halfway between the subtle eroticism of the neck and the overwhelming sexuality of the breasts, there exists a place that is both a straight line and a gentle curve, a cold, hard bone and warm, supple skin. It's a landmark as you say, perhaps a mere landmark, but ask yourself just what land it is marking, and clearly it is a ridge fertile, and lovelier than Elysium. And that is only the physical context; consider when you get to glimpse it. When she wears a swimsuit? At a ball, when she's dressed to the nines in an elegant, low-cut gown? In private moments, feeling it with every one of your senses, right when everything becomes truly indescribable and I can say no more.
A woman without collarbones is as the Colosseum without arches, Titian without pigments, or Hamlet without actors.