Combustioninitiating garnet tip,rubbed quickly on glass powderedred 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 aphrodisiaccomposed of clean vanilla linen,
is released off a clothesline by a breezeof heavenly gold plumeria. Desire coats the room,his scorching tongue licks her dainty neck.Her wax begins to wither—blisteringfrom an unwavering torch. Too consumedin blazing fervor. She is naive
to his meticulous advances. Leisurelydisrobing her wick. He distracts her charmingly;seeping deeply into her oily core. Discomfort swellsinside her. He murmurs that he does not thirst
to maim her. She curls over like a withering frangipanibereaved of water. He thrusts until his flame exhausts,merging with her melted wax. Aphrodisiac aroma,
a putrid smokiness smudges herbody in sooty-black.
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