Dormant Volcano


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. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by "Bad Things" Machine Gun Kelly (with Camila Cabello)

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