Coldness in acrid gashes
sharpness with every cut
oozing blood into numbness
unconscious to the damage
the hurt fills redness
honed wedge carries on its works
and soon heading towards a kill...

Is this all intended?
Must a step back be really taken
with pure selfish thought?
no wishes to take that route...
with actions against own nature
but crossing the line
means "no return"

The happiest moments in memory
warmth that arises from emotional contact
oh the fuzzy visual connection
the rising heart beat
from the blood rush of intimate scent
And the electrifying oral bondage
a feeling like dough in boiling oil
fizzing uncontrollably...

sigh...