The CANDLE LADY
When a candle flickers, glowing & dancing
A flame of passion, lying here
Sharing her fire with her lover the air
And as she feels herself begin to melt
The heat, the warmth, this magic
Lighting her core, this adventure begins
It warms the wax in the depths of desire
So it may flow to the sides and melt BELOW
ME, I hear the delicate sound
That echos in the special space it fills
A gentle whisper of her lovers embrace
And the gift of silhouettes moving
Dim like dusk as the sky is orange
Silky & alive, her body archs
And throws itself back and forth
Who can tell when her lips are full?
Who can feel her excitement growing?
Red is the color of her blushing skin
As she longs to share her light
With her partner through this night
This is the purpose of her life
To blaze and burst and radiate
For the lady who can feel this now
Her heart of wax, is soft and wet
Glistening and shining perfectly
Her liquid’s scent fills the room
Cinnamon or is it chocolate aromas
Her lover smells, that float around him?
This night is a night for the candle lady
And for her body to be engulfed in flames.
My 2nd poem: THE LIPS OF AN ANGEL
THE LIPS OF AN ANGEL
The lips of an angel
Have a spirit as sweet as melting chocolate
As they desire to be pressed
As they desire to be tasted
Desire to feel the satin touch
Of passion welling up within
Pucker with a rush of desire here
Part for your adventure
Part to feel tingles spreading
And your skin’s heat rising
You’re lingerie is anticipation
Skin tight red rose petals
Have learned to be desired
And feel you’re opening
To pause and imagine this scene
How when a cool, dark night settles
With glowing stars the only sign of light
Caressing the sky beaming bright
Filling up what must feel life
As desire penetrating just floods in
And through the blood, rushes to your heart
The heart that carries its deepest yearning
The yearning causing deeper breathing
Even as this embrace happens in your mind
Even as this sliding and subtle brush
Becomes your only thought
Now is when the lips release control
Now is when they are ripe with
The heated breaths that are its soul
For the lips of an angel surrender now
They blossom open, wet as ocean mists
Wild as the temptress – goddess of passion
She can feel this night’s heart beating uncontrollably
As this lover touches her, and she takes a breath
And holds it, and holds, until this moment comes
And distractions disappear in this moment
Because you are Taking this Adventure Now
And assured, you know, you are not like others
Who want, but do not Feel this Pleasure Stir
With me, this is the only way to Feel Alive.
Your only gift is a kiss dripping with desire
And your only desire is to feel a lover’s slow caress
Yes, these are the lips of an angel.
Yes, socks n a vending machine, omg this is a little weird
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