You sit there in front of me on the table
So still and silent, a voice that never speaks
And yet you call out to me, pleading with me
To just once place you against my skin
And run the shiny silver edge of your blade
Across the smooth flesh of my wrist

I lie here on the table in front of you
Gripped with rapture, yet I can't speak
Just once I wish to caress your soft flesh
And feel the ecstatic thrill of the touch
As my sensuous edge meets your tender wrist
Two lovers entwined in a silver edged kiss

In my room, my enchanted room
I am defenceless against your beckoning
To consummate this marriage between
Your blissful slices and my bloody release
Where only the thoughts of your cutting edge
Lingers in the darkness of my longing
To play with you in my lustful deed

I shiver with anticipation
As you slowly run your finger
Along my finely honed edge
Leaving a slight trace of blood
And teasing me with the taste
As I hunger with a thirst
That is craving to be fed

You feel weightless in my hand
Gleaming in the flickering light
Fear smoldering in anticipation
A soft wet kiss from my bloodied lips
Depression in a desperate embrace
As wet earth to a wild vine
Entangled in suffocation

From where I'm lying here in your hand
I can sense your fear
Yet feel your anticipation as you
Place your lips upon my rigid length
Your bloodied kiss sends me into a swoon
Moments before I slip from your grasp
And fall plummeting to the floor

©Silkie & Janine Daniel