You should expect heat. From the wax of course, but that heat is superficial. The one my words will cause as I whisper all the obscenities and depravities I have meticulously planned for you will go much, much deeper.
The craving of my soul goes beyond touch and physicality. Touching in silence, feeds only a portion of my yearning. One of my most difficult hurdles is how to express my need for mental stimulation, that my mind is much too busy left on it’s own and I am desperate for the bliss of surrendering control of my mind as well as my body. I always marvel at how words can sear through the mire and inconsequential muck we fill our lives with and stoke a roaring fire from smoldering embers. ~cm