You appear a morning maelstrom
seeking to devour me, I let you
take me to the heights of Everest
and the depths of the abyss
you surround me like mountains
I'm your valley which you make
sure is filled with every good thing 
whenever i feel your touch
your lips should be arrested for
the things they do to make me
 sing, and the joy is too much
you breathe over me a soft breeze
and it teases me to the point of
such excitation I can't stop the
volcanic eruptions, and I flow like lava
in a state of tembloric tingling

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