Sitting in Michael's Lap
devina, m'dear, you have penned the stuff of secret fantasies, here -- I enjoyed the poem and the images it brought with it ...
I do, however, have one suggestion regarding phrasing: in the first line, you might consider replacing "shudder" with "shiver," as the former has negative connotations that do not mesh with the intent of this piece. For example, you might "shudder" in disgust, but you would "shiver" with delight.
Just my two cents -- thank you for the read, it was very -- erm -- refreshing!
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
--William Shakespeare, from The Tempest