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Lava Lamp


White wine was the internal ink
the highlighter that we didn't see right away
So red ink sufficed
as it made its way to our skin

Drawing doodles, instead of words
onto one another's wrists
As our veins carried the hints
up to our shoulders
And we smudged the lines
rest of the way
to each other's lips.

~

She rises atop me
like the warming lava
inside her red lamp
Every movement is a curve
each roundness blends
into the next

My hands roam for her edges
-None, but there is depth
Desire is drumming, against our ribs
We gulp euphoria like it's mint
to flavor our heated breath

My straight edges arc, to bend
against her arches, that search
for heat for her lava
-The only lubricant that survives
the intensity of our intent

Seemingly scorching
our flammable inks
We ride the flames
over one another's oiled skin.

~~~
Written by Styxian
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