You tell me you love me like a volcano,
with affection bubbling and bursting through your fissures and splitting your exterior until it streams down your sides and swallows our surroundings with such burning intensity that all those around us are blinded. You show you love me in eruptions, unexpected molten kisses that explode with such force that the world trembles and my skin smolders and blisters. Your love renders me charcoal and ash and I can not be loved like that - I can not love like that. I am carbon and cinders. I can not love you like lava, your love leaves me unable to love anything at all.
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