Lightning struck, illuminating the summer sky. The power blew out, leaving us in my room in the dark. The smell of sulphur painted the room and a small lit match, held in your hands lit a candle. More smells to fill the air. You shook the match out, and I watched the smoke curl upwards in the orange lit dark, in a type of trance. Your hand found mine, and it broke my concentration. I looked at you and smiled, watching you watching me. "What?" I asked. You didn't say anything. Instead, you leaned closer, and pressed your lips against mine. Warmth exploded from my mouth, down to my legs..touching my toes. You pulled away, your unoccupied hand wrapped around the candle. I watched the flame dance as you lifted it upward. You tilted the candle towards my neck, and watched the wax pour down my collar bones. I bit my lip to hold in the sounds of pain..excruciating for only a moment. I blew out the candle and pulled you to me again, this time not so willing to let you go. Your lips pressed into mine again. Warm, soft. I loved to imagine tracing the contour of them when your mouth opened with soft sighs. Your nails dug into the skin on my neck, scratching the wax off my skin. It drew blood. I grimaced in pain, but I loved it.

I woke up, alone. Set my feet on the floor, decided I didn't want to put clothes on. And asked myself how much longer I have to dream.