ERUPTION

This volcano lies dormant in its pleasure
Sultry and sufficient
Counting measure by measure
Sentient
In leather and lace… I caress your face
With words-
Cautious
And invasive… enveloping
And persuasive…

You smile
Light in your eyes
A sign in all this darkness
Its time
Experience all the pleasures
That are to be offered
Grabbing your hand I pull you towards the bed

I cannot resist
These moments in my head, a coffer
Of fire, blazing- permitting-
Sunken by lust
Hot lava emitting from futures spread widely
Lost
Inviting
I admit of my wanting…
Teasing and haunting…

So surreal
The world around us, blurs
Into an endless haze
All I can see
All I can imagine
All I can feel
Is you
There has never been more true emotion
Than what I feel for you

Lying upon this molten bed
There are no words
Within my head, no thought
No sequence
To this sway…
The world has lapsed
To drift away.

©Paracelsa Poet & Jay Daniher 2012 1-27

I wrote the first stanza, Jay wrote the second, etc.