TABOO

The hot lava flowed

Through crevices of pure lust

cones of ardor

soft rain of sweat

slid torsos together

hurtling hills and valleys

as hurricanes rushed

to exhale their passion

sizzling cauldrons scorched

blistering souls

hands reaching mountains

mouths arousing embers

carnal rivers touching marrow

eruption of untamed essence

savage and raw and taboo.