Skin and fabric like a warm clothe upon the earth
The touch I never thought would hurt
You smile because you don’t know
How much it hurts to not let go
Memories they graze my skin
Letting pleasure seeping in
Our passion on our bed
But how did my skin turn red?
The steel blade is the touch I’ve known
And once again you’re gone and I’m alone
A simple touch is all I need
Won’t you stop the wound from bleeding?