Fever Logic

The door slams shut and the world goes still

I’m trading my fucking pride for the heat of your will

Forget the whispers, forget the light

I want the heavy, unholy weight of the night

I want the scent of the wine and the rain

The beautiful pulse of the pleasure and pain

Your fingers are fucking trembling against my waist

The copper and salt of an honest taste

Tear the lace and the buttons away

I’m done with the games that the civilized play

No careful rhythm, no pre-planned part

Just the thud of a frantic, animal heart

I want to feel the fucking grit on the floor

The sound of your breath as you ask for more

Take the composure I try to keep

And bury it somewhere jagged and deep

Drive me down 'til the bed frame groans

I want to feel the strength that you call your own

Give me the friction, the sweat, and the sting

The raw, dirty truth of a living thing

Your hands in my hair, pulling me back

The world is a haze of crimson and black

Hard and reckless, focused and fast

A fever so heavy it’s destined to last

Your teeth leave a mark on the curve of my neck

Leaving my senses a beautiful wreck

I’m clawing your shoulders, I’m drawing the blood

Like a river that’s breaking through timber and mud

Sink into me, find where the hunger resides

The place where the last of the innocence hides

I want to taste you, the heat and the smoke

The guttural sound of a heart as it broke

Push me harder, pin me down tight

The only thing real is the grip of the night

Muscle and tension, the grind and the slide

With absolutely nowhere for us to hide

I’m losing my mind in the curve of your hand

The things that we both finally understand

Take what you want, fuck the rest

Until I can’t feel the air in my chest

The room is a blur and the ceiling is gone

We’re hunting for truth 'til the break of the dawn

I’m begging for more, I’m begging for you

To do all the things that you’re dying to fucking do

Your weight is a mercy, your touch is a fire

The jagged edge of a human desire

A riot of senses, a storm in the blood

Dragging us down through the holy mud

I want you inside where the secrets are kept

The places where even the angels have wept

No boundaries left, just the push and the pull

Until every part of my spirit is full

Grinding against me, the heat and the soul

Give me the fuck that makes me feel whole

The taste of your skin is the only thing real

The only damn thing I am capable to feel

Shaking and broken, a tangled-up mess

The lingering heat of a long night’s stress

The smell of us heavy, the air turning fucking sweet

Until the rhythm is finally complete

Just the skin

Just the sin

Real and rough

Never enough

Nothing but heat

The rhythm is complete