I don't get a fever pitch
When you're in me like before
I don't shake and shudder
Like the first time - you did more

You don't make me break in sweat
Or tremble to my core
I no longer need a towel
If and when you call

I don't cough or lose my breath
When you invade my cells
I don't shiver close to death
When you come first as well

Don't come to my window
When the hoot owls call
I don't want your keys to fumble
Or climb my bedroom wall

I would never need a cure
For the weakness that you feel
I could stand strong-willed and sure
And take you down as a meal

Even that I think of you
As something like a disease
Shows the depths you mean to me
Have tumbled in the weeds

I'd prefer to take a pill
Than let you fuck me now
It was once a named disorder,
Now it's just "allow"

I don't cry and beg relief
As you fill me with your spore
I don't want to make a thief
I just want you out that door

I don't get a fever pitch
When you're in me like before
I don't shake and shudder
Like the first time - you did more

7/6/25 (from an idea of 7/1)