Poetry: I have the blood of volcano lava
Welcome Miss
I warned you well:
I have my blood boiling
like lava from a volcano,
but you came anyway.
You are here, now, at the entrance,
at door you looks tiny,
you look at me with eyes lost.
Do not hesitate, try to enter
but enters without entering
doubtful and questioning,
but with firm and furtively.
Log in my den.
Two steps and the door closes.
A kiss and then another,
then I stop and look.
Run away if you want!
Runs away!
You still have time!
Stay up and smile at me?
Other kisses and even kisses,
then my blood boils,
flames of unbridled lust,
feed as well as a volcano
and the blood is lava.
Your clothes on the floor
mountains plains and caves,
fawns free look at me pink buttons,
free, turned and vivid.
My hands are bold
armies to conquer
in every nook and corner,
of all treasure and gem,
of every single skin
she is wet to the touch,
you go into lightly me,
I enter in you bully
and I catch the mighty.
Thought sweating
flow drops and heartbeats
and my intense breaths and yours,
rhythmic, well-defined and lunge,
rhythmic slow and fast shots
interspersed and intertwined,
wrap up with changes
chills and total satisfaction.
uncontrollable burning passion
It feeds and becomes more hungry
and this is just a prelude.
This poetry in my book
Love = Amore https://www.dragossido.com/love-amore/
