I'm Writing As The Thoughts Flow

My shivers are not from the crisp breeze. The way you make my fingers tingle and fear for departure. Let us linger like a stutter upon the rippled. em<x>bed passion, not fear. Dazzle me with your insecurities. Peak over the crease of faults. Listen to my silence. Cradle my scars, bandage my bruises. Sweeten the wounds with promises.