Quiver
you touch my skin,
and I quiver,
not from the cold wind outdoors.
oh, the warmth
of your healing fingertips!
it's all-consuming.
it soothes me
body and soul.
in your soft hands,
rumbling thunder of fever
in the climax of winter;
a sudden jolt of electricity...
that sets ablaze
neurons coursing
through my brain
inexplicable,
the strange yet divine feeling
that takes hold of me.
each touch,
a sublime sensation,
cap-a-pie; as if comfortably
wrapped in velvet.
you touch my skin,
and I quiver.
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