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By Blue Song Date: 2003 Nov 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.08.19.03.26590]] |
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skitter this glittering crescents of sharpened steel fleeting caress along unwilling spine razors of this touch cold smooth so very smooth this caress beside each tenderness a jagged edge more a ridge rising center of the back being kissed with slender breath as he whispers soft "so beautiful" nerves raw of razor wire paused in endless flight to cut flesh anew paused and held as he whispers still with his lips he trails so very slow so very true trails uncounted times these lips of warmth to sinews of ice that in exquisite torture slow peel away flowing molten from his tongue in rivers that ride with waves washing free of all the ice rise yet in sudden steam as a body melts away yet steel dost remain this caressing reminder that should skin be caught these blades with edge so fine will slice glass crinkles of pain to snap one straight or so one almost hopes so one might believe |