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Dormant Volcano
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Dedications It started with an innocent question
and turned into a confession.
I knew there was an attraction
but I never thought this would transpire.
I've fantasized about you so long
and now I can't resist you anymore.
I reached across and brushed your arm,
fluttering my eyelashes.
Then our lips were locked,
tongues doing gynastics like at the Olympics.
Fingers scratching into each other's backs
as we walk over to the bed.
Bodies become intertwined
in a pile of cotton and sweat.
Heat rises off our skin;
fire burns from within.
A volcano close to eruption
from years of sexual tension.
Until in unison we explode in ectasy
and marvel at the beauty of it all.
