In the depths of primal fever, where reason slips away,
One man burns with fervent heat, his senses led astray.
Driven by desires ancient, wild, he roams the night alone,
Seeking solace, seeking union, in a world of heat and stone.

His body aches with longing, his mind consumed by flame,
As he prowls the darkened land, his heart calls out a name.
For amidst the fiery chaos, there's one cool oasis found,
In the arms of his beloved, where his heart is safe and sound.

With each touch, each whispered word, the fever starts to wane,
As love becomes the guiding light in this tempest of the brain.
What once seemed terrifying, now is filled with love so deep,
As they come together, bound as one, in passion's tender keep.

Their bodies meld, their souls entwine, in a dance of primal grace,
As they journey through the fire, finding solace in embrace.
In the crucible of passion, they forge a bond so strong,
That even in the darkest night, their love will carry on.

And as the fever fades away, and reason takes its place,
They emerge from the flames, stronger for the fiery embrace.
For they have faced the depths of dark, and found love's purest light,
In the heart of their connection, burning ever bright.

Through The Fire

Star Trek fan-artist, poet and high volume consumer of fanfics. I'm here for the Spirk, mostly 🖖

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