Your touch is fire.
Trails of heat that mark
Each place where skin brushed skin.
Sinking, spreading into a rich, warm glow.
Your touch is ice.
Frosty tendrils entwining
The delicate nervous network they find.
Cool shivers radiating from every fiber.
Your touch is lightning.
A buildup of charge
As distance closes.
On contact, a surge, a tingling rush.
Fire, ice, lightning:
Touched by three,
And by three bound;
And all three bound within a single touch.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
Your touch is fire.
Trails of heat that mark
Each place where skin brushed skin.
Sinking, spreading into a rich, warm glow.
Your touch is ice.
Frosty tendrils entwining
The delicate nervous network they find.
Cool shivers radiating from every fiber.
Your touch is lightning.
A buildup of charge
As distance closes.
On contact, a surge, a tingling rush.
Fire, ice, lightning:
Touched by three,
And by three bound;
And all three bound within a single touch.
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