~ burning candle ~

 
I hear the music starts to play,
I look down upon you my little slave
your fresh shaved legs,
and mount too
with glittered oils,

gleam with every move,
darkness surrounds you
and you cannot see
but you sense I am close,
you desire it, you yearn for it for my ever touch

feeling my breath upon your lips
burning me into your soul
as your juices of lust begain to flow
and as my candle burns
lower and lower

you anticipation your rewarded
you screamed in agony
in pain delighted
the kiss of the hot wax as it drop
onto your nipples like crashing rain

heightening your sensations
take you higher and higher, than you have ever been
tormenting your fiery soul
on your mystical ride
into ecstasy once more