You’re giving me chicken skin
A touch
Hot breath on the back of my neck
Soft lips brush mine
And I’m there again
Chicken skin
Rushes up my spine to the back of my head
Creeps round my ears and tickles my cheeks
I can’t help but grin
This lovely, unexplainable chicken skin
Chicken skin, chicken skin
As sensual as its gets
My mind completely rested
Just this feeling by itself
Warm tingly sensation
Now all thats left to do is melt
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A lively piece. comes across like a song. I vote 10.