Volcano

I love when
your thighs begin
to quiver,
as a slow tremor
runs along your
spine.
It is your telltale signal
Parting your legs,
I assume position.
Anxious!
Thirsty!
Hips thrust sharply
Your fingers fall away,
as you scream.
Your "lava" erupts
My eager mouth laps
up the spill.
As your heat flows
down my throat,
I happily withstand
the 'burn".