Ode To Manhood

A dormant volcano, Waking from its inactive state. Rising with the sun, And aching with an almost hate. The temperature of the molten magma, Ever climbing higher, Not afraid to show its wrath, And let knowns it's desires. No obstacle stands in the way, The mountain is unyielding, The eruption takes over control, The volcano's libido stealing. A thousand times as intense, As the star that lights our Earth, As the explosion's taking over, The mountain's at peaked girth. The violence as ended, Again the world is still, Once more the volcano sleeps, And will wake up for another thrill.