Warm

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June 2002 Poetry

Chills all over my body.

Goose bumps rising from my skin.

So cold,

my teeth are almost chattering.

My body shivers,

I need the warmth of your touch.

Being held so close to you,

I can feel your warmth,

and it warms me.

That is what I wish for,

every day.

Just to be held by you,

and warmed by your love.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 6-18-02.

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