I sleep in my pearls
  only.
Admiring their creamy roundness
    Circling my neck
Binding my
  collarbones
Loving their white glow
  against my coffee with cream 
    skin.
Sometimes, 
  with wine 
   or very hot music
We dance
    my pearls and I
as i stroke their perfect circumference
  each delicate orb
With a sensitive finger,
     stroke,stroke
or i 
  Slip them from their golden clasp
put them in my mouth
  watching in the mirror
waiting, tasting
 for the human pearl
    nestled deep in a craggy shell
To be opened
    to me.