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A Candle
Candles lit all around the room
Provide the only light
By which we make love
The white lace curtains around the bed
Are pulled back and tied
With pieces of fake ivy
The bedside tables, dresser tops,
And bookshelves all hold candles
Casting their flickering light
You take a single white tapper
And turning it sideways
Drip hot wax along my body
Tracing a line of little white dots
Along my stomach and around my breasts
Making sure to place a drop on each nipple
The slight sting of the hot wax
Quickly fades as it cools
And tightens on my flesh
Softly i moan arching my back
Lifting my body towards the candle
Silently begging for more
This is one on which I will only comment on the poem's language, as the subject is outside my acceptance zone, but I value our friendship too much to criticize that aspect. The poem does very well in setting the scene, and then in narrowing the focus to the speaker's desires. I very much felt that this was a real situation rendered in the most honest language possible.
Starward