She
is the volcano erupting
her lave flows down on me,
it could be disrupting
it's not.
I see in the hot ashes,
flashes of her eyes
glimpses of her thighs.,
It's not disrupting at all, are my thoughts
as I fall, into
the fire.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 7:59 AM UTC
She
is the volcano erupting
her lave flows down on me,
it could be disrupting
it's not.
I see in the hot ashes,
flashes of her eyes
glimpses of her thighs.,
It's not disrupting at all, are my thoughts
as I fall, into
the fire.
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