THE BIG BURNING CANDLE

The big burning candle dripped wax over the whole town like lava coming down from a volcano. But this wax wasn't so hot that it would melt off our skins and leave us screaming like a horror movie poster with one bony hand reaching for the sky, it's was that perfect painful pleasue pleasurable pain hot that had the whole town writhing in a candle kink ectstasy. For the first time in a decade nobody was on their pohone or checking their mailbox or thinking about the next day's plans, we were all writhing in burning sticky waxy perfect NOWness. It was beautiful. I couldn't wait for the after part, when having lain on the ground breathing softly in the post orgasmic haze, the wax would have solidified, and we would have the sensory thrill of flexing our naked bodies and cracking that hard wax to free ourselves.