He lights a candle and holds it close. The light is soft and lures me. I bask in the glow. Once he feels me respond to his subtle little flame, he adds more fuel.
The brightness shines a light over my soul. He looks ever so closely and sees all of me. He sees what I want to show, he sees what I hide. He finds my fears and notices the barriers of my walls.
A flame thus ignites within me. I respond in kind to his beacon. I quake in fear that he sees me, that he knows my every secret. But his light continues to shine bright as day even though my sins are now exposed.
I see now that he will not turn away. He wants my sin, he wants my hidden terrors. He wants my dirty, rotten imperfections. I roll like a swine in mud. He grants me freedom to be the basest of pitiful things.
His high beam of stark honesty and vision ignites. He takes the clay before him and carves out the pure beast within. His talons grip me, his voracious fire consumes me. I burn, oh how I burn in his realm.
From the fire emerges a passion that seeks its match and finds it in him. Red and tumultuous, hot and painful it engulfs us. The flames lick and eat and take their fill. The eager coals smolder and deprive me of all my air.
I pant and rut. His fire turns me on a spit. Every basted bit is lashed by his words and his tongue. No reason allows me succor. My thoughts, my being, the primordial spark of me bends to him.
He fears losing control. I can’t help him with that. All my heart and morbid desires want him to lose himself and break me. Each speck of glorious light I sense in him is answered with a raging wildfire.
Heaven help me, he called me an angel. But all I want is to grovel at his feet, to debase myself completely. The fiber of my mind crackles in the viscous lava of my subservience to him.
Please, I beg of you, destroy all meaning. Tear my walls and protections from me. His voice stirs wicked desires. His dirty words bind me to him for all eternity. I fall deeper into the abyss gladly.