Don’t Stop



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

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