The Candle

[Robert M]

Drip by drip,
the surmounting of our love ,
it grows to life between our bodies,
and comes to be,
as hot wax makes your nipples grow taught and hard,
taught and hard like your body at the sight of me.

The drip and the drop of the candles hot wax,
it keeps the time signature of our love in syncronization,
as does the strokings of our rhythms method,
and the climax of loves conclusion almost comes to a head,
but you withrdraw the glide of me inside,
so that for another hour,
my body,
yours it can imbibe instead.

Drip drop,
drip drop,
the drip of hot candle wax tells of the passage of our lusts time,
as you coax out of me strained and ragged breaths,
as you tease my breath with the suspension of your breasts just above my mouth,
the surmounting ecstasy of sweet cherry taste just beyond my senses reach,
like the promise of womanhood that lies before me,
like some close looking but far off shore of beach.

The drip and the drop of candlewax upon your body,
it lies at the threshold of both pleasure and pain;
your pains indulgence is my pleasures gain,
as you make me beg to drop hot wax upon you in drips,
over and over again.

The pleasure of your womanly measure,
it heats me like softened candle wax,
and pours over me like honey,
as I open my mouth to recieve the liquid embers,
that are your lips laguid language of loves memories,
the story of us told in whispers and shouts,
in moans and groans that only we can hear.

I wish for my pain to be your pleasure,
and I wish for your pleasure to be my pain;
I wish for this spiral of ecstasy to float between us,
to be the gain of pleasures heavens,
the purgatory of pleasures pain,
as you whipser to me inside my ear,
"I want you inside me again."

As this sensual spiral,
it spins upwards between us,
I can feel the duress of loneliness dissolve between us,
as I whisper I love you's with the touch of my bodies effect,
as I impress upon you the gravity of my bodies desire,
and your body grows to perspire under the weight of me,
and yet my bodies power,
it waits for the commanding orders of thee,
as you order the directions of my bodies impress,
to tailor the experience of my empress,
to lands of ecstasy heretofore unknown,
as I reveal at your pleasure,
the secret of my loves lands unknown.

I stand under the crucible of your bodies pressure,
as my loves candle burns bright under your loves pleasure,
soft wax grow hard under the skill of your hand,
my flaming embers never again to know the darkness,
as unto my body,
you make erotic demands.

Let me be your candle of love in the darkness,
let me be the skylark ascending,
as my body grows into your loins descending,
let my flame of love light the cave of your loves indemnity,
so that your cave of womanhood is accompanied by my manly embers for'ere more.