extremes of PASSION

Oh he touched me and I shivered,
Oh I shivered with a fever,
I could feel the goosebumps strain against my flesh,
I could feel his eyes travel through every inch of exposed flesh,
I could feel my dark skin grow hot,
Hot because I knew he was aware of the effect his stare had on me.
I could hear my heart thump loudly, wildly,
i knew he could see it because he smiled,
And then he touched me.
Oh I shivered violently.
Shivered from the heat he created in me.

He touches me and I have a fever,
Oh the fever causes me to shiver,
I am so hot, so hot I am afraid.
I can feel his eye rove around my body,
I can feel myself grew hot with thoughts of what I want to do to him,
The thoughts so horrid that I shiver,
I am cold all over, so hot,
My insides are so cold with hate,
He touches me and I shiver icy-hotness.
I close my eyes and replay all the things I want to do to him.
I open my eyes with a smile.

Oh, we are all smiling because I know I will never shiver.
Or will I?

Will the thoughts of that night make me so hot that I shiver?