Tales from the Bartender

Virgin Wax Goddess

Your flame flickers as the wind brushes by,
Waving, dancing in the stillness of the void,
Mesmerizing the minds eye to confusion,

Your host can barely contain the passion that you harbor,
Beads of sweat slowly trickle down your slender body,
Vapor rising from the very pores of your skin,

A feverish glow emanates from your entire being,
Radiance that is surely not from this world,
I squint for my eyes can only stand to stare for a moment,

As I gawk at your magnificence,
My own desire and lust boil within my loins,
Burning all boundaries of carnal pleasure,

Fueled by longing I reach out and smother you with my arms,
For one brief instant our spirits were one and I was complete,
But I could not contain your essence so I freed you from my embrace,

I watch as you continue with your dance of pure fervor,
Tempting me to once again partake in your heat,
But I cannot for I find myself torpor and impotent,

It seems as though you drained all vehemence within my shell,
Leaving me burnt, parched and craving for your presence,
I am dying from the wounds that your beauty inflicted on me,

The world slowly dims for I have stared into the flame to long,
I can only see a pale silhouette of the once roaring fire,
She has moved on and the darkness now approaches,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 3:27 AM