fever

fever

of all the things
that pass through my day
and all the dances
that make us this strange ballet
There is one solace
that drives all my cells
it is all you
and your tantalizing little spells

the taste of your neck
the smell of your hair
the feel of your hips
your move is unfair
and I bow to this prayer

I want to lick
the valley soft and slow
and do all the things
that no one needs to know
make an explosion
down below
And turn rivers into oceans
and glide in it's flow

a kiss of your lips
a scratch of your nails
a taste of your sweat
as nirvana prevails
the toes tighten
and we balance the scales

I want you to know
that in this moment time doesn't exist
just different languages
as you grip my wrist
and the motion that is made
can only help assist
until you expire all engines
and slow down I insist

getting lost until you're finished
and being one in the power
......but yeah
we can continue in the shower

fever