I've done this before, but this sonnet uses geology pretty directly in an erotic sonnet.
an obvious metaphor
Precursory activity -- we look,
we wonder when the remnants of a past
tremendous cataclysmic heat will cook
the rivers of the underworld, to cast
their steaming fountains upward to the air,
in celebration of geology.
And I am similar -- for in the bare
necessities of physiology
I moan and gasp and sigh and shake, as my
internal premonitions gain in strength;
I voice my hopes as I solidify
and feel the urgent bliss along my length
until eruption, as our passions merge
and we exist where loving streams converge.
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