Fever

Pulsating through a group of shining souls, rhythmatic thumps course throughout throbbing veins. Reverberations echoing the tolls of clapping hands and stomping feet, their names unknown to their creators, minds elsewhere. Eyes closed, arms raised, the motions are like flames aimed upwards, licking passion from the air while friction fuels the juices dripping from their bodies, soaking every lash, each hair that's whipping to the beat. A buzzing hum is emanating from gyrating hips, forever pounding, swaying to the drum residing in us all, set loose through lips from which life's crimson blood etern'lly drips.