Golden sheen obsidian sparks
burst
like molten lava from a volcano
behind deep garnet eyes
making two souls transparent selenite.
Morganite auras glow out from darkness.
Longing moans echo awaiting discovery.
Your body is a foreign country
needing hands like waterfalls
to explore you.
I want to run down your neck, chest, hips,
inner thighs, and wash into you the perfect
pressure of love, lust, and passion.
There is too much seismic activity
quivering inside us. Shift, break,
tremble out earthquakes with me.
I don't want a gentle chaos.
Let our tongues be an aggressive force
a string of multiple booms an explosion
of excitement bringing life back into us.
I want a war with your body.
Surrender. Surrender my love.
I want my licks to be slow falling missiles
colliding into you, feeling the boom,
bang, and aftermath of loving
again for the first time in years.
© 2017 Raquel Campos