Wax

The light dances across
Oiled glistened skin.
Body arched in a
Half heart
Displaying nipples
In prayer to
Aphrodite herself

Hair haloed in
Rivulets emphasizing
The deceiving
Angelic face
I am walking towards

With pulse racing
Holding back
Urges
Compulsions

Granting my own plea
Fingertips gliding
Towards soft curls
Hiding the shallow
Cavern,

Following the glistening
Brook deeper
Feeling walls tremble
Reminiscent of
Sliding tectonic plates

“Please, Amate”
What a bad girl
Withdrawing
My flesh was coated with her.
incandesce
Confection

“Lay flat”
I command.
Lifting the candle in hand
Drip
Drip
Drop
Poured on shadowed kissed skin

“You want this? Speak”

Parched
Pouted
Perfect lips replay
“Yes, Amate”

I stopped.
Because of what I want
And I need.

One last drop
Hits it’s mark
Buckling her.

I descend
A starved
mouth
Devours
Relentless
Pushing past
This existence

An explosive
Force of
Body and flesh
Exposing
Raw truth

Exposing
Greed

Exposing
A river
That lead
To a well

What is this I hear
“No more Amate”
More
 you say
As I pour

More
Wax on
Trembling
Thighs

I will leave
My mark
On this
Flesh tonight

With every
Movement
You will feel
My bite

She looks at me
In crazed
Lust
Every cell ready
To combust

“Soak me my sweet
I am ready to see you”

Permission Granted

I see the real you.

(Amate is Mistress)