By deevaa
Date: 28 May 2000
You are to me...
igneous rock.
burning sands, fuel your volcano.
I warm my toes on you.
Reclining...
basking,
naked as I
absorb your heat.
Your smooth shell,
protects me.
shelters me from the molten rock,
lava that boils below.
Yes, igneous rock,
Warm,
but
sweetly cooled on the outside.
but I created a fissure --
nothing could prepare me
for
your
Lava.
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