daggers forged in the hearth of our love

etched with the ministrations of you and me,

fine artifacts of masterpieces to behold

and oh so wonderful to look at on my skin.

you took the first dagger in your hand and kissed me,

feeding me honey sweet lies

that my body ate up starved of your taste,

forgetting for a second that my heart

was somewhere in your home with you

as you drove it straight to the center of my chest.

i sputtered in my hysteric delirious laughter,

you broke away my heroin flow from you

and looked at me wondering why i didnt scream in agony

while staring at the dagger laid in my chest,

barely tilted to the left bleeding me,

holding it to me as the first inflictions of your love.

i watched you serenely produce twin daggers

like magician from behind you and i smiled devilishly

as i saw the names of yours etched on the handles.

the first name on one and last on other,

both starting with the ending alphabet.

with that smile that brings me to my knees,

you started from the crook of my neck,

the daggers following your touch,

leaving a line of crimson hue in their wake

as you let then cut deep in my shoulders,

both pinning me to the place where you wanted me for you.

the deep smooth lines were drawn

in the exact way i loved to wear necklaces

that adorned my throat you wanted to bite on so bad.

except its liquid iron instead of shining silver

and two large oval cut rubies

lay on the two collarbones of mine

that you sensitized earlier

instead of a lovely blue sapphire sitting

on the hollow of the base of my throat like you envisioned.

you looked at me with those lustful dark eyes

the way you always told me i was

and i believed you

with that same very haunted glaze you held.

my temptress,

as you loved calling me.

you repeated that over and over again

in your deep throaty voice

while you trailed another dagger in your palm.

how i so wanted to run that over my scarred skin

feeling the sharp edge lovingly bite

like how your finger tips do forming crescents.

like a telepathic,

you carved the thoughts of my head into reality

and i moaned in relief,

at the flow of my blood covering my skin

in their soothing startling scarlet shade

as you trailed yet another dagger

over my wide hips where you loved

having your fingers splayed upon the curves,

absolutely holding me flush to you as if i might escape.

me? honey, lets be honest,

i would rather have you trapped in my torturous haven

than you have me at those desolate moments.

you let this dagger slice beautifully and stealthily,

making me gasp as pleasure shot me high,

letting the creaks run a river of red,

when you firmly planted it in the center of my essence.

you took my face in your calloused lithe hands

and cradled it after long,

watching your dark eyes feed on my hysteric ones

as this final dagger with my name

finally traced the dip and the lovely curvature of my lips

with the slight sway of your wrists.

you nicked it at the corner

like your animalistic instincts would with your teeth.

i finally closed my eyes to the butterfly effect

as you captured the first drop pouring on your tongue,

hit with the urge to drain me of this liquid ecstasy.

letting the final dagger grace your hand

that kissed my bloody lips,

while running your finger over the blood trailed edge,

you took a staggering step back,

drunk on the sight,

and watched me with dilated eyes.

watch me darling,

feed your essence on the gaze of me.

oh how i loved to see you stare at me in silence,

watching your smooth handiwork

with pieces of sharp metal and my flesh

in absolute sickening raw hunger.

look at me my love,

i let my words saturate the metallic scented air,

this is what you have done to me.

--oh what i let you do to me