Your eyes open to me again like ancient doors
and I yearn to enter the dark obsidian cavern of your heart.
Light a fire there and cook in my earthenware pots,
feed you my unbridled love,
this hot and tender melancholy that you breathe into me.
Your eyes shine like obsidian
in the candlelight
of my bedroom.
lit with warmth,
reflecting the lush darkness
You are so earthy.
Your masculinity is like a lodestone,
rock hard, magnetic.
I draw you into the deep well of my longing,
the liquid expanse,
feel you drop your anchor
into the soft wetness of my body,
pull me downwards, like the tide,
into the depths.
Your power shakes me up.
You are seismic.
I am shuddering, vibrating
with rich tremors
and sensual eruptions,
releasing heat and sparks of pleasure
that radiate from my core outward
to the volatile surface
of my skin.
You are so strong.
You touch me deeper,
crack me open,
take me into your fiery underworld,
carry me across turbulent rivers of flowing magma, molten lava,
until I reach
the crest of breaking dawn
and my own bright internal sun shines
like an aurora borealis,
like a star
through the heavens.