Teamwork

I slide the knife  
ever so carefully across  
soft flesh.  
The metal is cool against  
fresh cavernous skin.  
It spits apart, revealing  
the warm blood beneath.  

Squeeze; push the blood  
past the barrier that holds  
it hostage like a caged lion.  
It rushes just below the skin,  
pacing, waiting to burst through  
the confinement; wanting to be free.  

Molecules of red emerge;  
skin releases its protective grip.  
Sheets are saturated,  
skin is stained;  
tainted with the haunting  
of yesterday.  
Tears fall down my face,  
my eyes speak volumes of shame.  

Satisfaction relieves pain;  
pain becomes satisfaction.  

Your breath is warm,  
eyes wild with excitement.  
The exhilaration is overwhelming;  
your body hardens and  
muscles tighten.  
Raising your eyes to meet mine,  
our lips touch.  
Your fingers brush against  
the fresh wound.  
Your tongue explores the  
unknown; once kept secret  
but waiting to be opened.  
Your mouth closes around  
the wound,  
a moan escapes your lips.  

When the blood has dissipated  
and he is standing tall,  
the pain increases to a new level  
leaving pleasure in its wake.