The Burn of Fever Lust

There's a fire in my heart,
It's sudden and fleeting-
Fading- burning with flames
That shoot for my stomach.
It's in my head,
But logic doesn't understand-
That this flame moves,
It churns,
Pushing through my veins,
In red rivers it flows.
A sudden infatuation,
Of love and fire,
Of long and need,
Of want or take.

Lovely little flame,
Please burn out soon-
This isn't love,
But a pretty sin-
Of what may be.
Fire churning this heart,
Activating the nerves,
Sending out electricity,
To all my body to flip,
Defying logic-
Disperse from my sight.
Rivers run dry,
Stomach be quiet,
Greed go away-
This fire is intoxicating,
An infatuated, suddenly
Uncontrollable-
But the taste has yet to come.
It's not yet addiction,
So it really shouldn't be.
Little flame- pretty building fire,
In this heart-
Disappear and leave...
Before I love the burn.