Fever.

Just something more simple than I normally write.

His eyes pierced mine, sudden and still,

His fingers touching skin so tight,

His hands caressing my bossom strong,

His embrace so soft and fiercly tight.

 

I tremble at the glance to his face,

I crumble under his feverish passion,

I live for that singular explosion,

I surrender to him after a fashion.

 

We hold each other when mid force,

We dream of the quiet release to come,

We wish even hope to stay entwined,

We slave to our own emotions some.

Author's Note

Honesty!

Reviews

[Jack Isaac]

Begins with third person, nice. Addresses the first person next, and then first person plural... we. That says more than anyone knows, perhaps more than anyone wants to know, but this write says it well, and gloriously concludes in the last two lines.. that which is hoped and that which cannot be helped. Nicely done.

[L.E.]

I like this poem. It flows nicely and is full of emotion. Good work!

[TheWriteNight]

Very good, you say simple I say well thought out and executed. Well done that man

[readawn]

Sounds hot!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Fever is a great title as it is like a fever when we feel this strongly about someone..

Chloe

[Sleeping Maiden]

wow, I like it! Nice job. And i like the unique way of using different views.. third..first and plural form...
Captivating to the reader for sure! Great job!

[Backlight Burner]

I really liked reading this, great write :)

[Fragilebrokendreams]

Its so powerful! I think it is written quite well and though simple, the good use of vocabulary made it seems long and tense.

[Octob3r Star]

It's good to see this. Thank you.

[Priyanka Natesh]

Such a strong piece! It's an amazing write. Thank you :)

[exotic flotsam]

Clever double entedre Thomas. Intense, fecund, open, blatant. Nice write. A true story no doubt. Passion requires a modicum of emotional enslavement. Let the lust fall where it may.