As the droplets of blood trickle down my arm, I feel a release. <br />All the built up pressure is finally gone. <br />The blade, my friend, has done it's job. <br />The crimson trail left behind as proof. <br />Oh, what would I do without you my friend. <br />Such pleasure, no orgasm could compare. <br />All as I slide the blade across my scarred flesh. <br />I know no other cure, not one comes close. <br />Nothing is as erotic or pleasurable. <br />The release this gives me, so amazing. <br />I never want to let it go...<br /><br />Michele Weston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-never-want-to-let-it-go/
