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You Give Me Fever

Your sweetness is like the coating of honey on my lips  
Ripping my clothes, mouth zooming to the perkiness of my perky nipple tips  
Fever in the absence of light  
Pulling me closer to swim inside my passion in the cloak of midnight  
When your tongue is rolling over my skin mmm…. so right  
Oh, big daddy you know what to do  
To get my butter rum juices raining only for you  
Baring my soul to the tenor of your robust tempo  
Once deep inside me, losing all sight while milking the streams of your pearly flow  
You Give Me Fever  
The flame of your scorching kisses, my heart, my soul to you I lose it
In the height of ecstasy burning me, desires pursuing for your wet gift  
Intellectual loving, when we’re interlocked, the tip of your finger inside me, a silken teaser  
Moaning for you to go deeper, your tantalizing caresses making me a believer  
Oh God you give me fever  
Back arched, pleading, my emotions you’re silently reading  
My emotions following, the maestro of your touches playing the melodies of my body, each candence, I’m seeping, you’re leading  
Consuming my being, your family jewels, seducing, ravishing the pinkish crown of this Queen  
You Give Me Fever  
My body on fire for you, no medications, no cure  
Needing you deep inside me, hips seesawing, craving the thrusting of your releasing tumultuous pour  
Tasting me, losing myself, in your soul, sizzling
An addict waiting for your manly drizzling  
Legs trapping you to me, my body in a fevered heat  
Tongue dipping inside my ear, whispering, I love it when I make you lose control in my sheets  
Cat scratches to his back, intense passionate bites decorating his skin  
Bringing out the animalistic hunger deemed an illicit sin  
He gives me fever, mm… he’s so good to me  
Twist me baby within the cyclone of your weakening appease
Written by SweetKittyCat5
Published | Edited 28th Oct 2019
Author's Note
I want a fever, in poetry: a fever, and tranquility.

James Dickey
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