Volcanic Passions
Dormant laid my passion,
Hot runs my blood;
Bursting without warning,
My lava's fiery flood.
I want to feel the friction,
I want to feel the burn.
You make my body hunger;
You make my body yearn.
I want to trap your fire inside me,
Enslave you with my charms.
I want to drink your molten lava,
I want to explode in your arms.
by Tara Simms
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