Infected Love Perfected

Like an infectious virus, it runs through my veins and takes over

It penetrates into my mind, as love is warm, a fever arises

Perfected into my soul, you are the one, my contagious lust for more

Into the night we vanish, as our tempertures rise, we begin to make love

Infected by our feelings, the living human desire, of love, now take me

Into your perfect body, so that our illness be only driven away, by passion

An infected blood, with the ecstasy of a hallucination of more, more perfect

You feel, as I touch your neck, feel your lips, kiss my chest, and we break

The heat of our fever no more, for now we have broken this infected moment

And love is perfected and cured, bottled up for the next dose, a love, I want most