I Dribbled Hot Candle Wax
2002-11-06 - 8:52 p.m.
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I dribbled hot candle wax onto my love my love my love. She writhed in delight as the deliciously painful rain fell upon her nipples and thighs, slowly down the wet lips, the sweet surprise. It dried like the cum of many lovers. (or me on a good night!) She moaned in ecstasy. I hung my head and knew I was done, done, done. She was checking off items like some sort of grocery list to do and I knew I was in love. I thought of it like a last joint, a last beer, a last line of blow, might as well do it all now, instead of saving pitiful scraps for later. So I continued with aplomb, rushing towards certain doom, wishing moments could last lifetimes, knowing they will not. And I would pour hot candle wax again, as long as everyone knew about grocery lists and love going in.
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