Fevers

One woman shudders, another sighs,
a third trembles quietly on damp sheets.
Men are slumped against, above and, yes,
between spread and unsatisfied limbs,
too tired to bother: their bodies numb.

Once men are completely done spending,
hundreds more can come between splayed legs.
Let the placid cunts shudder, pregnant
with unrequited lust; yet, their cause
burns no bridges: fevers won't take hold
of the shattered: they will have no joy.