Chills, the Rise and the Fall

One Touch, tenderly taking the time needed . . Yet, lips of a lullaby are simply aching to place (with gentleness) a sweet caress and then trace “Chills, the rise and the fall” those tiny goosebumps of love Satisfaction covers all, whispering a soft sigh (again and again) . . having successfully succeeded tenderly taking the time needed, upon the calling of silky skin One Touch, allows lips to linger softly high, and then lightly low . . to escape especially slow creating an echo tenderly taking the time needed, to taste “Chills, the rise and the fall” _____________________ ~ Something playful ~ Always craving such a touch