Fever

For this is all I know. 

Love and then some. 

When I'm torn in between, up and down and about. 

To be held.

To be yours. 

In that movement. 

Lost in that time or that space.

Yours 

When I can't find or see anything without you. 

Time. 

All I seek.

To be loved by you, only you. 

Ravaged. 

How many times do i have to ask? 

When do I stop?

When do I let you go?