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The night.
Standing before them,
their eyes on me
A blade cuts at my supple flesh
Pain and pleasure entwined.
My soft skin has been cut, tortured.
Their scents fill my nose;
Intoxicating me.
Incredible sensations.
My blood is offered to another,
for the first time.
Pleasure rushes through my veins
as my blood is tasted,
not once but twice.
I feel their lips still on my body.

The blade.
Dragged over my cloths.
Then under;
I feel it cold and sharp against my delicate skin,
slowly cutting away my cloths.
I feel the tip of the blade catching my flesh.
My body exposed.
Blood still slowly trickles from my wounds.
My stomach is traced with the ,
cold black blade.
Not quite breaking the skin.

The morning after.
Red welts now mark,
where I bleed last night,
where my stomach was traced,
where the tip of the blade caught my skin.
My breasts, my stomach, my legs;
I touch them to remember last night.
How the blade cut my skin,
the blood ran from my flesh,
their tongues tasting of me.
My skin is tender to the touch;
sending shivers through my body.

A shower
The warm water sooths my welted body.
The water feels sensual pouring over,
my fresh wounds
I can feel every drop as it trickles over me
The sensation is almost indescribable
Carnal, erotic, stimulating
Unbelievable.
What will the rest of the day hold for me,
as I wear these reminders of last night.

Description
The night.
Standing before them,
their eyes on me
A blade cuts at my supple flesh
Pain and pleasure entwined.
My soft skin has been cut, tortured.
Their scents fill my nose;
Intoxicating me.
Incredible sensations.
My blood is offered to another,
for the first time.
Pleasure rushes through my veins
as my blood is tasted,
not once but twice.
I feel their lips still on my body.

The blade.
Dragged over my cloths.
Then under;
I feel it cold and sharp against my delicate skin,
slowly cutting away my cloths.
I feel the tip of the blade catching my flesh.
My body exposed.
Blood still slowly trickles from my wounds.
My stomach is traced with the ,
cold black blade.
Not quite breaking the skin.

The morning after.
Red welts now mark,
where I bleed last night,
where my stomach was traced,
where the tip of the blade caught my skin.
My breasts, my stomach, my legs;
I touch them to remember last night.
How the blade cut my skin,
the blood ran from my flesh,
their tongues tasting of me.
My skin is tender to the touch;
sending shivers through my body.

A shower
The warm water sooths my welted body.
The water feels sensual pouring over,
my fresh wounds
I can feel every drop as it trickles over me
The sensation is almost indescribable
Carnal, erotic, stimulating
Unbelievable.
What will the rest of the day hold for me,
as I wear these reminders of last night.