Miraquill
The Dawn of Fear
I remember your breath on my neck.
The chills were like an arctic breeze.
I remember the smell that
To this day, I cannot describe.
I remember your hands on my chest
And the confusing words which came next:
"Are you comfortable?"
But what was comfortable?
I was a child, and you a grown man.
A tone so affable,
But a touch that took all the trust I had.
©juuicyfruit
