My Kink is.....Longing for Paradise 🥀

MY KINK IS LONGING FOR PARADISE

I call it by name now.

She is soft — fragile, but never dissolving — soft the way peach flesh yields under warm fingers. There’s a heat to her that lingers. Honey at the base of her throat. Tonka curling through her pulse. She doesn’t chase paradise. She carries it within her bones.

She is complexity crafted by the deepest longing found in candle-flame — a labyrinth of riddled corridors guided only by her vision… her hair spun of something holy, the curve of her neck a quiet altar.

There was a time she mistook longing for loss. But now she understands it differently. Longing is a current. A warmth behind the ribs. 

The kind of love that rearranges the rib cage until your heart sits differently.

A steady ache that reminds her she is alive. Each breath she takes is a honey-sweet breeze, nectarine-soaked, blooming blush beneath your skin and deep into your veins. Relentless, but intoxicating.

She stands at the vanity, peony petals scattered among ink-smudged pages, the room quiet except for the low hum of a flame. Lace at her wrists. Silk at her throat. Sugar in the air. The mirror catches her in half-light — luminous, a little haunted, entirely sovereign. She does not disappear to find love. She expands inside it.

There are nights when the air feels blue and endless, when she moves through the room like something white across dark water — quiet, deliberate, unafraid of her own reflection. The ache returns sometimes, soft as a bruise pressed gently. Not to wound her. Just to remind her of what she once opened herself to.

Moonlight gathers at her shoulders like a shawl. Her breath slows. A pastel pink fingernail traces idle figure eights on cool glass. There is nectar in the air, something ripe and golden, something that promises warmth without demanding surrender.

Paradise is not in escape but in the way she stays. It is choosing softness in a world that asks for armor. It is warmth without apology. It is ache without collapse.

Light this when you want the room to feel tender and charged at the same time — like something beautiful is about to happen. Or already did.

Warmth lingering low in your body. Your skin knowing before your thoughts can name it.

You let it settle beneath your ribs. You quietly call it yours.

• Head; peach flesh, nectarine nectar
• Heart; honey, hot skin
• Soul; tonka, amber

All of our candles are made with a paraffin free coconut soy wax blend. We use cotton, lead free wicks and our fragrances are paraben/phthalate free.

We use custom blends of fragrance oils and essential oils and are PETA certified vegan/cruelty free.

This candle is 8 oz The dimensions are 3 x 3.25 in and is in a translucent black glass candle vessel. This jar is reusable as decor. 

Burn time is roughly 50 hrs. For the love and safety of your candle, please trim the wick before every burn. To learn more about candle care visit here. 

Burn clean, Burn often.