The Candle Is Lit

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He

lights the

candle, as his

words spread like

wildfire over

her skin.

Droplets of wax descend,

covering her nipples.

Fingers always ahead

of incantations and wax.

A slow burn of unknown

sensation ignites within

lazy strokes that stoke

the fire of lust and

love, encouraged by

whispered words.

Liquid flames set light to her wild untamed desire.

Limbs undulate, to the rhyme of timeless dreams.

Pain moves to pleasure, as echos of screams,

are bound within his circle of want

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