Melting Wax
Summary: She is an infernal nymph, burning him slowly.
Warning: implied/referenced sexual content
She is fierce,
Unpredictable,
Just like fire.
Calm one moment,
And then-
Blazing the next,
Dust falling around her,
Like ash,
Like dying embers.
Still warm,
To the touch,
Long after the battle.
She is a lampad,
Each movement,
From the swing,
Of her hips,
To the curve,
Of her lips,
Is taunting.
A sea of garnet,
Rushing up her thighs,
To expose pale skin.
An illusion,
Delusion,
Is what he thinks,
It all is,
That first time.
She is the god,
And he is the companion,
Blessed and undeserving,
Of the company,
That she bestows,
Every twilight.
Or so she tells him,
As her hands,
Slide over his shoulders,
Nails biting,
Into his skin.
She complains,
With a spark,
In her eyes,
That he failed her,
Again.
It is all,
He can do,
Not to cry out,
As her fire,
Runs along his back,
Like claws,
Leaving her mark,
Her displeasure,
As she slides,
Up and down,
On him,
A smirk,
On her lips.
His back stings,
Long after,
She is gone.
He will curse,
In her absence,
Wish for a lock,
That she cannot melt,
With bare hands.
In the end though,
His door,
Is left open,
And he waits,
For her to walk through.
To see the silk,
Black as midnight,
Flow down her legs,
Past grey glass,
To the wood boards.
The burns,
On his back,
Never have time,
To heal.
She is purgatory,
And he fears,
That fire of hers,
Has obscured,
His vision.
That he,
Will wander,
In a forest of smoke,
Inhaling the scent,
Of her,
For eternity.