The Candle

The candle slowly drips
hot wax that tingles as
it dribbles on your skin

A hissing rushes from your lips
without objections utterance
as your arousal rises deep within

It is not pain that you have sought
that fuels your sense of decadence
and makes you challenge taboos taught

But in this nearly dreamlike state
your spirit seeks deliverance
from the boredom you have bought

And as you strain to break the bind
so free from culpability
wild passions rush to fill your mind

The wetness of your sweat-stained
brow shattering your tranquillity
to slowly free the woman left behind

It is not softness that you seek
or tenderness to fill your need
but deep desire and something more

Oh not words of which you’ll speak
Perhaps it is of lust and greed
an aching want that shakes your core

You crave the sting upon your flesh
and warming fullness there inside
that frees the siren’s wail from your soul

Your senses then will enmesh
all inhibitions pushed aside
as you surrender all of your control

In cooing love sounds you reveal
a hidden side of you exposed
and you respond under firm caress

It is a dark and coarse appeal
in proper moments you’ve opposed
allowing one yourself to now possess

Wax curdles on your moistened form
enfolded in demanding arms
you end your search for your release

Shaking what has been your norm
discovering possession’s charms
you to slip toward inner peace

by Master Kiss