His soft breathing tickled my skin and triggered a chill that
shot up my spine.
Not exact matches
One is an oceanic bliss where the burden of the ego slips away; the other is the sensation that a beam of energy is
shooting right
up my
spine and connecting to a hub of other energy.
I would rather not be
shot up with pitocin and then have an epideral needled into my
spine or have a dr cut out my child because they think that 12 hours of labor is long enough.