At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or any of its forms – Shiver.
“Give me excess of it; that surfeiting. That appetite may sicken and die.” William Shakespeare
Trace Me Are you cold? why? You shivered so. Ah, yes, it's that thing that you do. What? That thing you do. O, that. Yes, when your finger traces so deliciously, tantalisingly across that carnal vale, it shivers me so, go on, trace me a shiver. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®