There he sat.
My good friend,
The one who clouds my vision,
And grabs my throat to choke my breathing.
He makes my heart squeeze,
In its ribbed cage,
Pushing the blood from my heart,
And into my cold fingers and toes
Only to make them clench, and tremble.

He whispers in my ear "no"
And his cool breath would tickle my nose,
And scratch my eyes,
Water would pour from both.

His large hands caress my neck
warm and inviting.
His Silky voice asks "aren't you comfortable?"
"Don't leave," soft breath on my skin,
giving me goosebump,
I fall back into his embrace never to leave,
Never to let go of my Fear