Vesuvius

What now in this night presses hotly against me?
Quiver to awakening, this lust brought to life,
erupting through my red silk drapes.

Hold back, don't flow, stay the burning breath;
Let it not escape me. For a moment yet, might I
Suspend these sweet seconds of submission.

Release! Discharge! Out the screaming juices!
Let go this liquid fire. Once pink pastel, my
Surrendered flesh blisters with the molten rush.

Vesuvius between my thighs.