Shivers

That slight of touch
So slight, you barely feel it

Oh, but you do
Shooting shivers up your spine
As the tingle drives its way down your sides

Too delicious to pull away
Desire filling every ounce of your being

That slight of touch
With the tip of my fingertip
As I trace the shape of your parted lips

Ever so slight,
The shiver creeping down in all its delight

My fingertips move to trace your jawline
Sculpted, carved out like artwork

Down your neck to your collarbone now
Such an underrated spot that makes you shiver

Across your chest, then down your sides
Fingertips dig into your hips, pulling you closer
The shiver dissapates, turning into pure need