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