Vanilla's vapor filled the air with a soothing aroma. Her purity cleansed his soul of tenacious tensions. Her flame filled his darkness with hypnotic beauty. Her warmth pressed against his skin, penetrating deeper. Her wick wrapped by flame burned slowly, rising above meandering meltage. Her wavering radiance cast new light on his walls, playful shadows being created.
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4 comments:
this is kind of pervy
I like it!
What are you talking about? LOL! Do you get all pervy over candles?
I truly understand what the lit candle's are about and I hope you always feel and smell the scent of pur vanilla around you ,I love reading your thought's they really help me to understand you so much better ,boooo !!mwah
Lovely. Lovely! However....vanilla candles are my favorite. Now each time I light one...I'm going to think of ummm your poem about VANILLA? lol Somehow...I feel I've been cheated! :*) Thanks to your *friend* for helping you not smoke! oh...and nice writing!
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