We are playing
on the edge of pain
reflecting on
the wonderful way
it waxes and wanes
the flickering flame
of the dancing candle
igniting passion.
Taut nipples surrounded
by cooling wax
Smoke floats
in magic swirls
it’s wisps whip
belying the
sarig sighs
from her stained lips
Parting thighs and
flexing hips
obedience drips
glistening dew
to soothe
the fire
my phallus wrought
so deep and strong
which keeps her
bodies needs a glow
For my touch alone
can set aflame
and soothe her soul
