Let your tongue be a knife
show me the searing bliss
of the splitting of soft skin,
the taste of blood and steel
in every razor-edged kiss.
Let your tongue wound me,
penetrate deep within;
give me memories for life
in the agonies I feel
in the scars you have made.

But your tongue is just
a tongue,
flickering softly on my lips
like the promise of a blade.