Falling

A soft touch,
A gentle caress,
And suddenly
You're falling,
Being hurtled
Through a place
Where up, down,
Left, and right
Refuse to hold still.
You feel warm,
Very warm,
Pleasantly warm,
All except for
That one spot
That feels like ice.
You keep falling,
Powerless to stop.
But then you feel
Another touch,
Another caress,
And you decide,
That perhaps 
Falling isn't so bad.