Volcanic Passions by Tara Simms
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.
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.
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Rating: B |
A picture of a volcano inspired this one. I found it to be very hot, steamy, and sensual. It seems that pent-up sexual frustrations are great for inspiration! I couldn't have done it without help from my Orpheus. Thank you!
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i like this poem so much i read it to my lover. - christine |
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I love it! The poem and the feeling you were talking about in the poem. - Liz |
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Poet, I liked the comparison you made of your 'hot' love to that of a 'volcanoe. The ending was great. Nice work. - Donnatella |
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love this site. so many words some can't come up with and others here help. keep up the good work. love this one! - toni |
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love it..... this sight is so great keep more coming - toni |
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VERY GOOD! - deysi |
