Lava

Your words, thick fire of molten lava
oozes over the surface of my skin.
I'm throbbing in the womb where life begins.
Sufficiently drenched in desire and sin.
I want you so deeply in.
I need, I crave.
Insanity pervades.
Lips of shiny pink copper
wait to feed on your breath.
To suck on your soul.
In my hollow.
The lava gets me Everytime.