Pulse

When pleasure and pain are entwined...

My body quivers

The blade draws near

The pulse it craves

Knows no fear

 

It pulls,

It grabs,

It swallows me

And taunts me with

Its ecstasy

 

The pulse, it speeds

And hunts me down

It moves the blade

Until it's found

 

My head moans NO

But the blade defies

The warmth spills over 

To blanket my cries

 

My body stills

The blade falls free

The pulse has had

Its meal of me.