Inside I am a cocoon of warmth
       Outside my skin tenses, tingles
my arm brushes yours
   a cascade of synapse
                 The warmth of your skin...
      each nerve licks at you
  trembling on contact
                              Try to shift position
           harsh thud of skin on fabric
              your hand barring any retreat
      nothing to do but burrow
back inside my cocoon of warmth
                    and the outside I ignore
          feeling the feathery wing beating of my heart
      secure in my chrysalis of love.