Goosebump flesh and trembling hands…
Faulty breath and bleeding skin…
The blade deepens and the sorrow ends…
Wounds increasing and smiles begin…
Pain dissipating…
Internal turned external…
And as the mind turns black…
Lay back and relax…

Chains cut the flesh of her wrists and ankles
He kisses the wounds, making them better
As the blade he controls slowly cuts layers from her body
Her blood drips slowly…
She cries softly, her pain, his pleasure
Slowly he enters her, making the sting of the cuts disappear
Her pain, now her pleasure…
But soon…
The cuts begin again

Take me to that place,
Not in my mind,
But for real,
Where the bruises hurt,
Tie my arms over my head with a leather strap,
Or, stretch them wide until my muscles ache,
Draw a blade across my throat until it leaves a cut,
Let the blood pool on the pillow.
My eyes will close as you fuck me harder,
Feeling faint from the pain,
Run the knife down my breast,
Shallow cuts in my skin,
Followed by a kiss on my stomach then further down,
Until the pleasure…
Equals the pain…