Tallow Stories

I feel the dripping of the tallowlike a stinga fleeting thingburning shallow on my fleshI felt afresh the beating of my pulselike a drum callingeach drop fallingin a rhythm to convulse my febrile loinsmy cock enjoined to risein propinquity to your lipsas your hipsslowly rose between my thighsin your hand a candle waverswaxen droplets clotburning hotas I melt beneath your favorsmy eyes give rise to your lustful thoughtsas...