Our bodies entwined like a vine after wine. Something so fine... Something so right! Somewhere with just enough concealment  that we could entwine our sinful hearts and our beads of sweat on flushed skin  make our bodies slide as we entwine. 

It's the sad truth...Letting go of someone... something...sometimes... is a necessity.

Ageing body wrinkles hidden sweet meataching to be touched 

Vulnerable... My wax-like existence  in the presence of your flame makes my eyes drip with tears.   This constant bleeding of my soul... This neverending torment... My waxy soul will sometimes  avoid the world's flame,   and my running tears will dry. And my wax figure will be silent... tears dried...

I am lost in the flame, all burnt up. With a fire lit beneath my palm, And at the fingertips, I aim true to twist and turn my delight, Upside down, lost in her beckoning sight It’s her hot-lipped fire I see all around   Yet...