I'd slit my wrist
for a passionate kiss
To touch longing lips
And tongue's subtle twist
I'd bite the blade deep
'Til the blood starts to drip
First slow and then fast
like my pulse in such bliss
I'd smile as the puddle
Grows round my kicks
and vision gets muddled
Having gotten my fix.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:36 AM UTC
I'd slit my wrist
for a passionate kiss
To touch longing lips
And tongue's subtle twist
I'd bite the blade deep
'Til the blood starts to drip
First slow and then fast
like my pulse in such bliss
I'd smile as the puddle
Grows round my kicks
and vision gets muddled
Having gotten my fix.