Whisper of the Blade
He breathes low and hot,
A slow, seductive smile
Invites me to the challenge.
The blade is ready,
Sharp,
Piercing,
Inviting.
I am drawn to it,
Entranced by it.
It sings hypnotically,
Trailing a dangerous whisper
Over my flesh.
"Dance with me."
I dance around
The edge of the blade,
Perhaps a little too closely.
Pierce
Draw back.
"Should we be doing this?"
Pierce again;
Plunge;
Dance to the hilt.
Just a taste
Of what could be.
The song fades.
Our dance is done,
Till next we meet,
And the blade
Whispers again.