Molten Lava

It is real.

That Vortex of Energy is real.

Every time they come together,
to play,
talk,
laugh,
eat,
make love, 
touch,
hug, 
kiss,
text message,
sing, 
smell and bite each other,
their strong vortex of energy 
created afresh.

A vortex of irresistible power.

Not just love power.

A vortex of a myriad of streams of unique energy, 
made up of their combined vibrations
produced and dispersed into the world around them
palpable
almost visible 
certainly tangible
like a yummy rainbow of palpitations
surrounding them
oozing silently, 
soaking up their bodies
then their bed,
their nest, 
their neighborhood
their town
thei silently radiating to all four corners of the earth.

The life force of each
his strong, intent, intuitive one
hers sweeter, charming and joyous 
combined in a unique gem of energy.

They sense it themselves
nourishing them
relaxing them,
rejuvenating them.

But so do other people.
People smell it off them
on their bodies
his and hers.
Like a fine aroma.
Or an exquisite film of golden pixie dust.

Most are attracted to this fine blend of super-charged merge
wanting a bite off it
or curious, not quite knowing why
few are enraged (envy?)
but all noticing it
and usually commenting on it:
''Hey, what did ya do to your face?''

Their combined love energy
spilling over
like iridescent molten lava.