Restrained Elegance

[Scorpio'sWill2Power]

Like the ticking of a clock winding slowly down, the
slow patter of wax against skin.

Each tallow drop leaving its mark, pin pricks of heat
lancing their tiny shocks to tender flesh.

The building of that warm snug shell that captures
sensation, that captures your surrender.

Pealing away each layer bit by bit till nothing
remains but a scarlet glow left by Hephaestus touch.