The Love of a Candle's Life

It starts in the distance with a low rumble hollowly
the gentle caress of a whisper saying follow me.
A solitary raindrop patterns itself upon the stone
catching my gaze, wondering if I'm no longer alone.

The rushing water of a slender stream plays lightly,
drowning the morbid thoughts hung upon me nightly.
Seeking solace in the susurrations of the trees,
wrapped in shadows, hidden from any who sees.

A light, golden and bright, sneaks below my notice
It is from her, a flower, a laurel-wreathed lotus.
Rare and beautiful like a song to compose,
exotic to witness, as a Catalan rose.

Delicate to touch, as fragile as a breath to feel,
blinking disbelief to wonder, is she real?
Reaching out slightly finding only the fog,
settling back in my seat upon this dead log.

Her approach whisking through the tall grass,
waiting with quiet impatience for her call, alas.
A sinuous foot, toe dipping into the cold retreat
Sinking further, until the water rushes over her feet.

Shapely legs that belie her strength and noble pose
while resting on stones, the water playing with her toes.
Leaning back to allow the bubbling stream to fully wrap
around her body, running rivulets down to her lap.

A smile on her face warms my soul with her fire,
songs could be sung by the ancients with the lyre.
She extends an arm, inviting me inside her pool
rising promptly, my mind and my heart start to duel.

Touching her moistened fingers soft and tender,
pulling me to her cove where I wish to linger.
Ruby red lips petulantly parted to pout
My body and chest taunt, firm and stout.

A slow, sensual kiss feathered across her lips
before exploring deeper with our tongues' tips.
Pressing and twisting, hungry mouths curling,
fingers wandering, while the water is swirling.

Dragging down the expanse of her upper chest,
easing into her valley where my head will rest.
Gliding across her soft flesh like a wispy breath,
her softness could make me swoon unto my death.

My lips encircle her hard, flower-like bud of a nipple,
suckling her breast, releasing pleasure like a ripple.
One leg slips around behind me, heel to my back,
succumbing to her desires, resistance I lack.

My arousal pressed to her velvety-lined entrance,
slipping inside her pool at her cooing insistence.
Our eyes seeing only our desperate reflections,
Can you hear the call of our moaning affections?

Bodies clinging and writhing with insistent desires,
steam blanketing us from our erotic, carnal fires.
Forceful thrusts that pierce and pound her core,
grinding her hips to feel pleasure like never before.

The repetitious repercussions resound like drums
my body vibrating vibrantly, like a struck chord that it hums .
Whimpering moans slip from her lips to tickle my ears
leading me on like an angel to heaven til the end of my years.

Her whispered words begging me to fill her with my seed,
aching for my release, so that her sanctuary may feed.
Throwing her head back in a luxuriant cry
growling a yell, pumping and exploding inside.

Stepping off the precipice our union makes us free,
riding the waves of erotic pleasure that are meant to be.
Kissing her full lips and tasting her essence how sweet,
Finally, I have known her love, finally, we are complete.

Opening my eyes to find she is gone like the mist
fingers touch my lips, desperate to feel where she kissed.
Casting about for her, reality settling in, feeling the cost,
knowing I didn't deserve her, helpless, abandoned, and lost.

Resuming my seat, staring at the raindrop on the stone,
wondering if I shall forever remain all alone.
Knowing such beauty as was made for me,
as well that I was, not for her, made to be.

Will she ever return, or will I simply pine
for something better, never crossing the line.
What passion can I have from one such as thee,
Undeserving for such perfection that I see.

Light your candle to enjoy what it can give
until it burns out, a memory of how it lived.
Will you light another to enjoy your repasts
flying free in love again, for as long as it lasts.