“I got chills ….. “
Touch me, skin grown cold between times of now and before
Feel me shiver at warmth forgotten, lost to nightmare-scapes
Curled around myself, protective of my chilled memories
Stiffened, breath caught as fingers move between ribs and hips
Hands spread soothing, stroking my fears away into the night
Relaxed into the whispered promises of pleasure
Touch me, skin long cold warms with new memories
Shivers created and stored for new dreamscapes
Unfurling, as fingertips trace a tattoo along indented waist
Gladdened, terrors sent chasing into darkness, fears released
Promised pleasure in fear abandoned and joy found
Touch me again, don’t stop
Valentine, 12-July-14
❤
It Is What It Is 