Razorblade Kiss (3rd and Final attempt)

RazorBlade Kiss

I see death in every kiss we share…
As I hold you tightly in my arms
You are trembling just so slightly against me
Your breath is hot on my lips.
Your eyes glistening with tears
You are addicted to me already

Why must my love be so painful?
Why do I quiver every time you bleed?
Every time your beautiful skin becomes bruised by me?
This is the only I can love you
By hurting you again and again
Until you scream
Until you beg

Slowly, I lift the razor
I already feel you growing hard
Under the metallic glow
I place the razor so gently on your lips
Enticing you to kiss lick it and kiss it
And as expected, you did
Even though I knew, you were afraid
Even though you wondered if
I would slice those lips and that tongue

Lifting up your right arm
I traced over the scars I had left
You close your eyes, gasping slightly at my soft touch
With the same gentleness of my fingers
I trace the words with the razor
Blood coating the sharp edge.
You give out a soft moan as the endorphins
Invade your senses

Coating my lips with your crimson
I claim your mouth
You taste moving from my tongue onto yours
Sharing the exquisite taste of our
Razorblade kiss.