| 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. |
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