I feel the dripping of the tallow
like a sting
a fleeting thing
burning shallow on my flesh
I felt afresh the beating of my pulse
like a drum calling
each drop falling
in a rhythm to convulse my febrile loins
my cock enjoined to rise
in propinquity to your lips
as your hips
slowly rose between my thighs
in your hand a candle wavers
waxen droplets clot
burning hot
as I melt beneath your favors
my eyes give rise to your lustful thoughts
as the wick flicked
and your tongue licked
‘pon the pillar you so deftly wrought
and still you torture at your leisure
to define
the narrow line
between my agony and pleasure
I feel the dripping of the tallow
so abrupt
do I erupt
as you take my seed and swallow
(c) 2017 by Bethany Frasier and Adagio
