Glancing up
From my knife play
I see you
With a curious expression
On your face
You ask me
How pain
Can equal pleasure
I ask if you would like
A demonstration
At first
You shy away
But as I stare at you
Your opinion changes
And you agree
To let me
Introduce you
To my realm
Of endless pain
I pull the bottom
Of your shirt up
Just enough
To reveal
Your smooth abdomen
Swirling my tongue
Against it
I build up
Your anticipation
Your last breath
Before the blade
Touches your skin
Is shallow
As you feel
The cold steel
Upon you
You shiver
But smile nonetheless
As the first drops of blood
Flow down your stomach
You grin in utter pleasure
And tell me
That you yearn
For me
And as my slave
I'd have it
No other way
From my knife play
I see you
With a curious expression
On your face
You ask me
How pain
Can equal pleasure
I ask if you would like
A demonstration
At first
You shy away
But as I stare at you
Your opinion changes
And you agree
To let me
Introduce you
To my realm
Of endless pain
I pull the bottom
Of your shirt up
Just enough
To reveal
Your smooth abdomen
Swirling my tongue
Against it
I build up
Your anticipation
Your last breath
Before the blade
Touches your skin
Is shallow
As you feel
The cold steel
Upon you
You shiver
But smile nonetheless
As the first drops of blood
Flow down your stomach
You grin in utter pleasure
And tell me
That you yearn
For me
And as my slave
I'd have it
No other way
Published by Stephanie Alford
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