The Fever

Your tender kisses run down my back,
and I shiver despite myself.
I feel your whispers crawl over my skin
as your hands find their own path.
All over the sensations linger,
and I wonder how long I can last until I
boil over with ecstasy.

Not enough is open,
not enough has come out--
I need to understand everything,
I need to feel everything.

I watch your every move,
I can feel your eyes
rubbing me,
and caressing me.
You write your thoughts on my body,
you express yourself to your fullest.

You feel so real,
but I need the emotions to continue--
I need you as close as possible,
otherwise I will die without
your breath on my lips,
your sweat running along my fingers,
your every hope raised with mine.

Touch me then,
touch me now,
touch me forever--
I am in the grasp of
the fever.
Back home!
Songs of Me
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