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.

[Draven]

This is super fantastic and amazing and all out great. I have never seen anything like it before. Awsome. Thie words are so perfect.

[patricia]

If this was a painting Thomas, it would be a great exhibit for the gallery. Loved it. Thanks.

[Jeffery-Maximilian-Kolb..]

Interesting write

[Dayran]

Very kind of you to say such things for your female companion. Most women would find it all quite a mouthful. What kind of beers are they feeding you in the Irish pubs?

I realize this is my own angle to your song. Nice write!

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Simple, sensual emotions.

[Coyote Poetry]

The fever of real emotion can take us away from all things. Good to know and taste the fever. I enjoyed the emotion and the description in the excellent poem.
Coyote

[SuicidePact.]

Beautiful ans passionate and I enjoyed reading it.

[Lawrence Parlier]

Beautiful piece!
First off, I like they way it moves from third person to first person to plural. It really sets the tone! It's passionate and elegant in its simplicity.
My only critique lies in the last line, it seems a bit labored to stay in the rhyme scheme.
Overall it's a great poem. Well done!

[Poetic Beauty]

Passion and emotions. This is detailed without being overpowering.