Fever in her eyes

Casting his glasses upon the sands
Whilst cavorting was he
There was Hugo cartwheeling on the sands
His tanned beautiful body,
Such a sight was he! 
Impressing the birds across the bay
Whilst cavorting was he
One could say that'll teach he!
Having the time of his life he was
Until a she-devil spying on him
She fancied what she saw, chasing him for all she was worth.
Taking to his heels and fleeing
From that she-devil with fever in her blood
Hugo surrender would not
Running as fast as his legs would take him
Casting his glasses upon the sands...
As he took to his heels!
The windows to his soul the mirrors to his world
His glasses still lying there
Lost, upon the sands...
In silhouette, I can see him through the glass lens of his eyes
But see he could not having, lost his glasses upon the sands 
Frustration shifting through his mind,
As he stood up to fight, with anger in his eyes
But she-devils stronger than he, she had the devil in her mind
Desist she would not, having her wicked way with he,
Fever in her blood that demonic she-devil
With fever in her eyes!
Taunting him mercilessly in his face was she!
Changing his mind giving her, a piece of his mind
Giving her a what for...
Satisfied a smile in his eyes
Coming down to the crunch, his glasses he needed not
Sorting out that she-devil
With the fever in her eyes
The boy with the coolest body,
And sexy eyes...

By Connie James