chills.
that's what happens
when you
cuddle,
kiss,
hold
me;
chills
that run all
over my body;
down my arms,
thighs,
even my
frozen fingertips.

chills
are what happen
when you
touch,
feel,
explore
my body;
trail your fingers
across my
thighs,
get your whispers
tangled in my
hair,
when you
touch me in
just the right way
to make me
scream your name.

chills
are what happen
when you snuggle
close to me,
head nestled into
my neck,
your body my
savior from
the haunting cold,
when you let
your thumb
graze across my
flushed cheeks.

chills
are what you
give me;
but baby,
don't stop.

a.m.