leelee

i played with a needle tonight
dragged its sharp edge over my skin
and felt it prick
agaisnt the most sensitive parts of my flesh
flesh that still burnes with your touch
could i really do it?
release my deamons like crimson drops of velvet on my porcelin skin?
theres a pleasure in this
in the not knowin
do i have what it takes to dance with the devil this way
to feel alive under his pull?
youll drag your hands over these same spots
and never know the real reason i beg for pain