Erotic PoetryThe KnifePale skin shivvers beneath
the sharp, cold blade sliding
along soft, yielding flesh pressing
harder, deeper cutting
into the skin leaving
a trail of blood droplets across
her chest crying
out she gasps begging
for what? more? less?
He knows.
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