Cheryl Mccall Poet Free verse

Desire

Desire

                       When ever I see him walk through
                             that door he makes me
                          breathless, I shiver within.

                   He makes me restless with desire
                          with his every touch.
                        I clutch him like there's
                  no tomorrow, I want to just borrow
                        his clever magic over me.

                                  I know
                 this might seem tragic, I just want to
                see another tomorrow without the talk
                  of sorrow, Just want for all to get
                           the fever of desire.

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Anna-Marie Docherty April 5, 2009 at 2:41 AM mmm. lovely thoughts and efectively written, well done. By the way I'm fine but thanks for your concern, my writes are for effect to highlight other's plights...

Christopher Higgins April 2, 2009 at 6:18 AM The fever of desire..that is a fever i want..this is a sizzling sexy write..loved it.

Lena Townsend April 2, 2009 at 5:49 AM Ahhh the magic of Spring Fever... it is truly a thing of passion and desire. Wonderful outpouring of both in this write. Nice, very well done. Smiles from Lolita