of the Flames
And flash in the night,
Twinklng, guiding, calling,
They call my name,
i crave for more.
i pick one up,
And tip it to the side.
i watch the flame
Chew at the wax.
Like food to a lion,
i watch it burn.
The drop falls to my skin.
i gasp and wince,
Remembering that first taste
Of the flaming pleasure.
The sting immense,
Another one comes,
Shaking, watching the molten pleasure.
Screams of pain and bliss,
Wanting to be forced,
Can't do it alone.
Needing to be controlled,
Limits needing to be pushed,
i sit the flaming beast
Back down on the plate,
Scraping off the remains
Of the calling of the flames.
