Grasping her hands closely, I halt my heart
At the edge of her lips and stare deeper inside
The lava of passion, ejecting shimmering
Volcanoes of love.
I let myself slide through her hand,
Easing myself deeper into her core.
With each cuddle, the air shakes with joy;
The clouds of passion grow thicker
Waves of mountain air rumble past my soul.
A whisper from beneath her core
A rumbling moan – fills my ear
And rolls across my soul and beyond.
And in the tender air of love
Destiny, direction, and time seems to waft away.
There is only love – two tectonic lips colliding as one.
The earth shakes as she pulls a flower
From my heart and lifts it to the sky.
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