The delicious
and such malicious
way of how the
look of the blade
to thy wrist;

It's blue pulse,
jumping up and down.
Suddenly appearing,
And calling attention.
to the wonderful shiny
silver blade.
Just like a woman,
flirts to a man.

And closer comes
the blade towards thy
wrist, Slowly and gently
coming to position.
One Slash there,
and another there.

Until the pulse,
slowly releases
the strawberry jam
into her.


*And dies away.