You see she likes the danger, the chemical cocktail endorphin rush – Now I won’t pin these things I’ve dreamed up on her – I’m my own man; but if there was something that needed burning, I knew she wouldn’t mind being kept warm. Maybe I put on a little much, maybe I held her throat in my palm with my passion boiling over, but she liked the way the hot wax made her jump. If you can catalyze someone’s soul right out of their bones into their own arms, where they can burnish themselves, and look upon the moment divinely – Perhaps a little too hungry; Is your primal acumen following? – You do it with alacrity and watch their ebullience do anything but desiccate
Maybe I’m saying too much on this. For you? No, this isn’t for you at all dear.
You ever seen a woman hold fire in her hands? I have.