Blade Love
Poetic pleasure
A flicker of light
The warmth of the flame in it's cold icy edge -
Down the pathway of forbidden pleasure,
it stimulates your creamy white skin;
With each breath you take, you inhale the exotic taste of passionate bliss.
Razors of frozen pain, your nipples hard from the melted liquid of crazed desire.
This pain: a pleasure to inflict;
This pain : a pleasure to restrict -
With every bite your heat permeates this space
The smell of you on my hands, now covered in the blood of our tantric exstacy
The crimson on your pale flesh -
The taste of the wetness between you -
In your restraints, you struggle to free your soul -
Who can silence the screaming voices in my head?
This blade of death, how torturous.....
This moment.....how serene.
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