She wantsto be hung
half naked
by her wrists
while he
gracefully
etches her
with his blade.
She longs
for beaded blood
and tiny streams,
to roll down
her body;
stain her skirt.
She's never
been loved
that way.
No one
has ever tried
to please her
with such artistic
understanding.
There is no he
Who would
indulge
such a need,
no one who
would let her
truly surrender
KGB/SMG
Re-posted from Sleep Snort Fuck
