A sensuous sensation,
through burning stimulation;
a predilection for pain,
as hot wax drips like rain.
You're on top,
our bodies never at rest;
as you drip hot wax,
upon my chest.
Lasciviousness thoughts,
in our mind;
baring our teeth,
as they start to grind.
Self-harming,
and passionate sex;
feeling every thrust and burn,
the more we yearn.
With every,
bite and burning sting;
a longing, for what the...
pain may bring.
Hot wax,
is never enough;
from the fire,
you snatch the knife.
Holding the hot blade,
to my skin;
another hidden burn,
a social sin.
Nerves begin to sere,
as the heat draws near;
pain begets more pain;
intense pulses driving to my brain.
Feelings,
are intensified;
as nerves,
are cauterized.
Our hope and love,
and all that we demanded.
Our burns show the world,
that to each other, we are branded.
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I would like to translate this poem
first line alone is my fave subject... oHHmg... why can't i ever find someone that would not ran away from my candles... hmmm... a rollercoaster of emotions... lots of brain waves going there kid... but wow! you drew an excellent picture for me! thanks, k