Quiver

I feel your breath upon my neck,
The gentle caress of your lips.
Your finger traces down my spine,
Your touch is gentle,
Like the brush of a feather
Yet the sensation is sublime.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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