Written in iambic tetrameter
You take your blade and dig it deep
into my lovely breast. You twist
and turn repeatedly, in this,
the dance that you have chose. Now turn!
Dig in! Delight in deep’ning pain!
You feel the dance become intense -
Hold on to me, lest I should fall,
Your careful plunder just a game
to soothe your aching soul. Upon
my wound you touch your lips to taste
my blood that flows. Be gentle now
as I am faint and in your care.
Remove your knife with softest kiss,
and hear my heart that beats so loud.
Your tears for me, they do not fall
but drip from knife as poison rain.
You please yourself as I then slip -
A heap upon the bloody ground.
Copyright 2010 Kimberly Hillard