Un named Poem 1

Dancing in the rain,
making libidos fever in me,
hot and cold all around me,
wash away my filth of inhibitions.

Callous and hard, perfection in flaw,
a blanket of domination and protection,
engulfing in acrid fumes choking and fragrant,
sweat and grease, slicking and sliding up and down.

Hungry, needing, longing for fulfillment,
singing loftily the song of Eros,
A gospel of the hallowed embrace,
stardust shatters before my eyes, my fever broken.

Doctoring me, soothing my brow with warm kisses,
I am ill again with the fever of love.