Laying her down, ever so
Gentle with his
Beloved

A blade is slowly, carefully
Drawn from a hidden
Sheath.

Taking a conscious breath,
She gasps as she feels
Metal

Pressed gently to her spine,
Shivering from the cold
Touch.

Leaning in slowly, stroking the tip
Just barely over her back, he
Whispers

"I love you," and tilts his head in to
Kiss her ear, smelling her hair
Adoringly.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"
His question gentle, stroking her arm
Soothingly.

Sighing sweetly, her shoulders relax to the
Repeat action of the blade along her
Spine.

she finds her own tender voice, shuddering
pleasanstly with a soft moan,
"Yes."

Kissing the back of her head, he rises more
Above her, his warm hand
Stroking

The warm flesh of her back, retracting the
blade a moment to get her to
Relax.

He knew this took her utmost trust in him to be
Allowed to spark this part of her
Desire

She trusted him fully and was slowly relaxing
Ever more beneath his
Caress.

Peering forth at photographs of
The two of them scattering the
Wall

She smiled to herself, closing her eyes, faintly
Feeling her lashes rest against her
Cheeks.

Stoking down her sides, he touched her
Thighs gently, returning the
Blade

The back end against her flesh, merely,
Slowly getting her used to the
Chill.

A shuddering breath escaped her
Lips as he pressed the sharp
End

Against her flesh and drew it in a
Slow stroke, making the first
Cut.

He awaited her tense muscles
Relaxing again,
Stroking

Her inner thighs gently, teasing
her soft, sacred, wet
Warmth.

He liked to think he owned his beauty,
Though she made all her own
Decisions

However, whatever she decided to do, she
Seemed to always, always considered
Him.

With a smile, reflecting at her belonging to
Him as much as he belongs to
Her

He slowly, soothingly stroked the blade along
Her inner thigh, lightly scratching her
Skin.

She was completely relaxed again, and
He heard her moan more
Deeply

Stroking the hilt of the blade up
And down along her wet
Petals.

Whimpering sweetly, she shivered
and he slowly pressed the smooth
Metal

Handle into her depths, purring
As he thought of himself
There.

Drawing out another, smaller blade, he
Slowly pulled the longer blade's
Handle

Out to the tip and then plunged it
Back into her warmth,
Rougher.

That second blade was sharper,
Cutting lighter, bleeding
Wounds

Into her welcoming flesh, swelling
With tiny, bleeding
Scrapes.

The pain only adding sweet,
Chill but tender
Shivers

Running the length of her spine as he
Made love to her with the knive's
Hilt.

A mix of blood and nectar, her
Back a beauty of little
Scars

That wouldn't take too long to heal, the
Knive's hilt covered in her wet
Pleasure.

He sped his work with the hilt of the
Blade, in and out of her
Warmth

As her breathing picked up, panting
Heavily, nearing her
End.

She cried out as he held her close,
Thrusting the warming metal
In

Over and over, until her body
Shuddered with her
Release.

Relaxing again within his arms, she
Sunk back exhausted into his
Embrace.

Slowly he drew the metal handle
Out of her depths,
Gently

Placing it aside, along with the second
Knife, to hold her
Close.

Smiling, stroking her hair, he
Murmured tender
Words

Into her ear, licking the metal bar
That ran through her cartilage
And

Cuddling her close, stroking her
Sore back, turning her over
Softly.

Kissing the wounds he placed,
Forming a heart in her
Flesh

He kissed all along the tender
cuts, licking the blood
Clean.

She was his life, his love
Partners eternally,
Forever.

Laying down beside her, she
Placed her head on his
Chest

Sighing sweetly and closing her
Eyes, resting on her
Side

Her thigh pressed between his, an
Arm cradled under her head, the
Other

Resting about his waist, murmuring
A soft "I love you", honest to his
Heart.

Kissing her forehead, he softly
Agreed, and the two of
Them

Passed quietly into pleasant
Sleep, dreaming of one
Another.