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.

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Fever is not the word. I'm on fire. Oh, how the human heart beats such passion for both. You know what I mean...well done, love.

[Teri B]

Chemistry cannot be denied!

[Suze]

I like honesty. Great poem, charged with passion and love. It's hard to admit out loud how totally overcome we can get by another person who we feel for. The hugeness of our need is daunting. Thanks for posting this!

[Revolutionary]

I havnt been home to see my hubby in 3 weeks.Maybe I shouldn't be reading this.Some is a curious word.I love this poem.I have never ended a sentence with some.

[Demi Rose]

so very purrfect. i love it cause it tis so true in some lines. especially the last one.

[Cassie Fraga]

WOW!! how creative is this!!! I'd say 100/100!! GREAT WRITE!!

[Rik B]

Very Nice, good flow, you can tell they are true words...

[Priscilla Sayers]

One thing though...
Do you mean, "skin so light?"

[Priscilla Sayers]

I like the way you showed passion in simplicity. The flow was light, nicely done.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

I don't remember what that feels like, I really like the line about mid force.