Manage a Trois
12:38 am
Heat. Sex video hd It tells me, more
I cut deeper
Waiting for the red to show
For the liquid to flow
Hot, sticky, down my legs, across my breasts
Good it says, use me it says
But who is using who? Both want more. She strokes his hair. Who will win in this battle of wills
Me or the knife? Her teeth part, tongue reaching. Midnight fingers. He picks up an Atheme – a ritual knife with a scythe like blade and ornate bone handle. She begins to resent them as three. She spreads, runs the bevel along her inner thigh, makes ghastly red liquorice. Not me I fear
Not me
But the knife, with its constant cravings
And endless hunger.
