Molten Lava Cake

So I was checking my followers and omg, I've 170+ now, which is cool as fuuuuuck and made me all 'Omg people still luff meee❤!!'. So I clicked around, stalked a bit, and came across this poem on one of the blogs. My poem below is inspired by its first two lines, so thanks for that Zoha!

I was going to call this one Molten Lava Cake, because its all fierce feelings and shizz, but its love so its all yummy and chocolaty too. However, then I decided- actually, on second thought, f it.

 Ima call it Molten Lava Cake, as deep as that is.

Until anyone else can come with a slightly pretentious yet obviously cooler name in the comments? Please and thank you guys.

Molten Lava Cake

Your life beat strong beneath my lips

As I stretched out my fingertips 

Trying to hold on to you, to time

To keep myself in this moment so very alive

Your moans kindled a fire within
as breaths got heavy and hands wandered 

never still but then time slipped from the tips of hands 

 too shaky to be fully in command 

And rolled off crashing to its end

Pulled apart by claws and told to bend

Our nightmare took shape, dark and black

But you stood strong and I with you
As hands held hands and vowed never to

Bend or break or ever let go

They held on as the gales ripped through

And held on as the floods threatened too 

As the plagues plagued 

 as the minds cried

They held on with almost shaky sighs

The end was near, predictions bleak

 But in the end? 

Your lips beat life through mine again

Hands intertwined with you and time again

Hopeful and happy and holding on tight

Never giving up, not ever without a fight.

I've started reading Wallbanger by Alice Clayton so hopefully that'll be good.

xx

Chicklitgirl