Blades

The cold steel
Trails along my skin
Snaking a path
From cheek
To neck
To chest
Shivers race down my spine
As I struggle
To remain still
The sharp edge of the blade
Drawing patterns in my fear
I tremble with anticipation
Passion
Desire
Need
To feel the sharp bite of pain
As steel slices flesh
Just a slight nick
Blood rushes to the surface
Eager to escape the push of my racing pulse
Just three droplets of vivid red
Making their way down my body
The torrid vision of red on white
The contrast almost overwhelms me
My knees quake
My breath catches
My body quickens
Arousal builds to near unbearable heights
As the tip of the blade
Follows the trails in red
Tracing them down my body
Echoing my curves
Invading hidden crevices
The threat of the blade ever present
Evocative
Visceral
Terrifying
I close my eyes to the flash of finely honed sliver
Disappearing into soft, supple pink folds
The blade reverses
The hilt enters
The fireworks begin I cry out with long awaited release
I fall to my knees before the wielder
I am His
He is mine
We are one

This blade and I