As the droplets of blood trickle down my arm, I feel a release.
All the built up pressure is finally gone.
The blade, my friend, has done it's job.
The crimson trail left behind as proof.
Oh, what would I do without you my friend.
Such pleasure, no orgasm could compare.
All as I slide the blade across my scarred flesh.
I know no other cure, not one comes close.
Nothing is as erotic or pleasurable.
The release this gives me, so amazing.
I never want to let it go...
Michele Weston
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-want-to-let-it-go/
