THE CANDLE MELTS. WAX RUNS THICK AND HOT, HEAVY AS CREAM, SLIDING DOWN SWEATY SKIN IN DANGEROUS SLOW MOTION. IT BURNS CLOSE, IT CLINGS. THE ROOM CARRIES THE HEAT OF WAX AND SKIN, WRAPPED IN A SWEETNESS BOTH TENDER AND WILD. TIME SLOWS. EVERYTHING SOFTENS. BLACK CRÈME IS THE MOMENT THE CANDLE MELTS, HOT CREAMY WAX DRIPPING DOWN SWEATY SKIN, SLIDING SLOWLY WHILE LUST THICKENS IN THE AIR.
