spring fever

I think they call it
spring fever
as you pick up the receiver
confessing your deepest desires
standing waiting for the train
thousands of sumptuous positions
racing across your brain
been cooped up too long
singing the same old song
time to take it to the bridge
remember fulfilled can be
your every wish
lying on a beach somewhere
tempted by the late afternoon sun
ripe for the picking
and you know someone's close by
eyeing you up and down
dying to make a move
wishing no one else was around
another brother
with a fever for the flavour
every fibre screaming
what you waiting for
for the fever left uncontrolled
will eat you alive for sure


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