Fever..In Night White Satin... Poem by Inner Whispers

(Monday, August 25,2008)

I lay still...on this night white satin,
Playin' my fingers on my lips;
Visions of guns n' roses is on my head,
Hmmnn...

How well you play with your guns?
Just like when you look into my eyes,
And hold me close...rolling it,
On my stomach awaits!

You know I'm yours,
Closing my eyes;
As juices of oranges fill me in sinking pool,
Slowly...fever filled me!

As you ease your hands,
Brings me chill which distracts my senses;
Into unending deep,
Deep passion...

Ah...then I roll...
Grab the satin as you ease with the music;
Beats...slowly...passionately,
Crashed ice can never let the heat off the beat,
I move...

I hold...I caress...as done in small bites,
Too much passion...too much mind-blowing scream;
Can you hear me scream your name, hmn?
Kill the pain...I'm waiting...
Chill me with fever...No one will be blame...