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 isveçbahis my febrile loinsmy cock enjoined to risein propinquity to your lipsas your hipsslowly rose between isveçbahis giriş my thighsin your hand a candle waverswaxen droplets clotburning hotas I melt beneath your favorsmy isveçbahis yeni giriş eyes give rise to your lustful thoughtsas the wick flickedand your tongue licked’pon the pillar you so deftly wroughtand still you torture at your leisureto definethe narrow linebetween my agony and pleasureI feel the dripping of the tallowso abruptdo I eruptas you take my seed and swallow (c) 2017 by Bethany Frasier and Adagio