Body Alchemy

It was such a cruel joke that god played.

To give me a cunt such as mine.

A clit so large it gets in the way.

Lips so tightly pursed they never smile.

And breasts that are ever budding.

Never blooming.

It has become a waiting game.

Waiting for Goddess to throw a lightening bolt.

That will raze the mound and split me in two.

To open things up and let me breathe.

Waiting to meet the me that is waiting inside.

Waiting for sensation.

And exploration.

And socialization.

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It flares as I light it.

Illuminating the room.

The soft glow of the candle.

When it settles to burn.

Dancing easily.

Casting playful shadows.

Lulling you into a trance.

It drips.

Your back twitches as you gulp for air.

It drips.

Your body twists.

Sorting pleasure from pain.

It drips.

You yell until your lungs are empty.

Searching for a way to squeeze more out.

It drips.

And you rip the sheets from the head of the bed.

It drips.

But you make no noise.

You’re beyond the feeling of heat.

It drips.

And the sensation builds.

I gulp for air.

It drips.

You reach for…

It drips.

Wax splatters across your back.

It drips.

The candle sighs and the flame rebounds.

It drips drips drips.

I feel wax cool and peel off my back.

We’ve reached a higher place.

Drips.

You scream.

It drips.

You laugh.

It drips.

It drips.

You moan.

Pant.

Shudder.

Waiting for when more will come.

It drips.

Hotter.

Drips.

Drips.

Before I extinguish the flame against your flesh.

You drip.

Ready to keep going.