Warm hands sliding over cool flesh,

A shiver of the spine, shuddering, shaking, jarring me out of alignment.

It makes me cringe.

This touch, this sensation-

The feel of skin on my skin-

Makes me fear for my life.

This hand, so hot, burns away my flesh,

Scorches me to my bones,

Leaves them charred and brittle.

You breathe and I shatter.

I fall into a million little pieces,

Debris, ashes in the air that you breathe in,

And now I'm inside of you,

In your skin, as you lay your hand on mine.