Comfort Me Once More...

A finger deeply touching;
Why does it feel so soothing?

Comfort from so long ago;
This moment is only, what I know...

Secrets of the dark past,
Are rushing, scurrying, back.

The bullet fired, I felt the trigger;
Scared stiff, couldn't resist.

Right down on my knees;
Begging, pleading, "stop please"!

You have returned back to me,
And I wonder; how did you ever leave?

Simple Sensation
06/02/09

*This is the first poem I've written since the beginning of 2008, so sorry if it's a little sketchy. Feedback for improvement always welcomed*