She waits for the pain
Waits for the slice
She waits to feel anything at all
She hugs her razor blade
Pulls it to her chest
Whispers something to it
And places it on her wrist
She slowly counts to three
Torturing herself and me
Her longing building for the blade
She can almost feel it
And I can almost taste
Before the cuts are made
She can feel it in her mind
I can taste it on my tongue
The longing for the blade is growing
Intensifying, building, screaming inside,
The longing for the slice
Is turning her on
She's tingling everywhere
As I watch with hungry eyes
She can't take it any longer
So she places the blade on her wrist
Pushing down and slowly pulling
Orgasming it feels so good
The razor slices skin
Unleashing a crimson flow
She cuts again
With a sharp intake of breath
Her body releases again
The crimson river mingling
With my snow white skin
As I pull her wrist to my lips
And slowly drink her blood
The sweetest drink I ever did taste
She cuts again and bleeds for me
As I lick the crimson lines
Her blood on my tongue
The taste still on my lips
She cuts again
Pulling her wrist to her lips
Licking up the blood
I take the blade and cut mine too
She takes my wrist to her lips
And slowly drinks my blood
Smiling with blood in her teeth
I smile back and kiss her lips
Tasting my blood in her mouth
A new level of intimacy
Found with a razor blade
Just a piece of metal
That does just what it's told
Sitting on the shelf
Until next it's used
Watching her and I
Sleep on blood stained sheets
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