The Volcano

My tortured libido
All I could do is dream more

Taut skin, silky skin
Skin against skin
Naked she lies, all showered
Glad to whore herself to me

My anticipation suffocates me
The chance of a feeling
Of penetrating insight
Of piercing realization

Something deeper
Not just a hunger
The savage gods
Will not let me go

I searched and searched
In her flaps I delve deeper
To find the treasure
That lies hidden in her mussel

At last, I arrive
Alas, the gods must be crazy
For what lies beneath
Is a volcano of red lava

I have hit the spot
An eruption no less
I had played god
And parted the red sea

And now I must rest
My youth ebbs away
At the cusp of a new age
Middle age...