You lie there watching me,
your eyes not certain
if they trust me
or
the knife in my hand that
strokes your lips.
Your eyes flutter, as the
knife traces patterns
upon your face,
flickering
like the light reflected
in the cold metal blade.
Metal, slowly warming
as it moves tracing the
lines of your face
running feather light across
Your now closed eyes.
Your neck arches to meet
the gentle touch of the
blade, as it
slowly
glides along your throat
tender as a lovers kiss.
Like a kiss the knife
rests gently on your neck
feeling your
breath
the whisper of your
life, trusted to it's whim
Has fear or trust, won your eyes
I wonder. As the knife moves
across
your throat, opening
thin blush lines.
Red beads forming like jewels.
You haven't moved, does
trust or terror hold you so still?
Is it desire
or fear that
leaves your soft breath ragged,
your eye's hooded?
Yet such trust ensnares me.
Transfixed, I stand watching,
as bright gems
are forming,
a crimson choker upon you.
adorning your skin.
On the blades tip I lift
a single gleaming bead
touch it to my
lips.
Savour its sweet metallic
taste on the steel of the knife.
Your blood lingers on my senses
as I raise the blade, now
glistening
crimson,
once more to your lips to
leave them the colour of rubies.
Will your eyes trust me now?
Kneeling be-glamoured,
snared by your taste
and
blood sheening softly
on knife caressed skin.
