GLOCKENSPIEL

I never knew that a touch of a hand could make your body feel that it’s been reborn as your hand caresses my cheek. I feel you in the callouses, this hand has worked hard for his keep, my whole-body shivers at your touch.  
 
I feel a charge of electricity, it’s strikes me, just like the hours of a clock. In this present moment I have never felt more alive in my life. I know I will never be able to forget that feeling and my eyes are wide eyed totally dumb founded that I cannot speak but I promise you I am not on crack .
 
How can your hand, your touch, make me feel unhinged, I am free wheeling down the street with a skip and jump and my heart is on overdrive. I have to inhale the air to reach deep into my lungs so I can recalibrate my heartbeat. Its rhythm is all snare drums as my head kicks in and it’s turning back flips with an arch of chimes deep in the percussion of a glockenspiel and it’s sounds like tubular bells . You’re playing me to your tune and I think you know a thing or two .  
 
You pull me in closer and my face betrays me with a flush of ruby red as your hand slides down my back. I feel every stroke and my vertebrae release one at a time as I close my eyes now. I am lost in you and how you make me feel . I am a teenage dream and I pray that I never wake up .