9.2.13

We love it.

The molten-liquid    
erupted,  
blood-filled veins    
splashed granite,    
streamed in abundance,    
part of our    
succulent romance.    
We smeared      
raw seed      
into the fire,    
warm cracks seared    
with primordial    
mixes,  
sizzling-hot.    
We were transfixed on      
the sensual-miracle,    
it healed sensuous desires,    
our infected hearts danced,    
glowed like there      
was no tomorrow.    
We tasted      
each other,  
drooled    
our souls,
body-rock.    
I relished      
her whole being    
and    
she mine    
with    
no sorrow.    
We love it.
~ by Strider ~