Inside I feel that I am cold.
So uncomfortably cold, I do feel,
a chilling sensation.
I cannot possibly miss, for I
am unable to miss, those cool hands
that run down my tense, contracted
Maybe I am tense, to the point of imagining
cool, cool hands, running down,
the length of my hide,
that is quite uncomfortably so,
in discomfort to receive the cooled
caresses from the chilling hands of
I should think of sweet and warm things,
to distract my tense chilled self,
from ever remembering that you are lightly,
cooly caressing my cold back.
I should not let the hands continue,
I should not let the heat return,
For then I would be welcoming
to a cooled touch.