dorei

I'm thinking about blood today.

I have very pale skin. If you turn my arm over in your hand, you can trace the lines of my veins with your fingertip, over my wrist, down my forearm. Or, perhaps, find the pulse point in my neck, and nip at it with your teeth, feeling the blood beneath that pale flesh as it courses through my body.

Would you like to see it? Would you like to take a small lancet and pierce the skin of my right breast? See the dot of blood well up and spill down the swelling curve, perhaps letting it join in rivulets of blood as you continue to create a pattern of little pinpricks all around the areola? Or would you like, instead, to use a sharp blade, to carve your initial in my hip? To growl, "this is mine," as you mark me?

Just some thoughts.