Active Volcano

The pressure inside

when you and I 

are together 

builds and builds 

with every glance, 

every wink, 

every smile. 
But when we touch,

the pressure becomes too much to handle

and I erupt

like a volcano.

The molten lava melting

over my heart,

my lungs,

my brain,

heating every inch of my body

in the hot magma that is you.  


Molten lava face
With the shine of a red rose
Sweet and silent grace.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

? Due to the fact that I cant really decide what it is describing. Comment ideas if you would like.

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