Combustion
initiating garnet tip,
rubbed quickly on glass powdered
red phosphorus. Igniting a vehement flame,
he stoops to an undefiled, freshly clipped stem–
like an arrow released from its bowstring,
greeting the targets omphalos. An aphrodisiac
composed of clean vanilla linen,
is released off a clothesline by a breeze
of heavenly gold plumeria. Desire coats the room,
his scorching tongue licks her dainty neck.
Her wax begins to wither—blistering
from an unwavering torch. Too consumed
in blazing fervor. She is naive
to his meticulous advances. Leisurely
disrobing her wick. He distracts her charmingly;
seeping deeply into her oily core. Discomfort swells
inside her. He murmurs that he does not thirst
to maim her. She curls over like a withering frangipani
bereaved of water. He thrusts until his flame exhausts,
merging with her melted wax. Aphrodisiac aroma,
a putrid smokiness smudges her
body in sooty-black.
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