Finger ♥s Blade
So soon! the new blade slit the finger to its heart’s content.
I grinned until my cheeks split and spilt to my shoulders.
It was the night the finger proposed to the blade, after accepting a bright, beautiful and deep cut.
A night of love each had awaited for a lifetime.
The mood of the wedding night blended super sweet with so darn painful.
An endless stream of syllables, intimate guests, travelled to be there,
all gushing congratulations, relieved to finally see my finger settle down.
...Once ushered off to the nuptial suite
the groom wasted no time - clasped, cuddled, kissed, ravaged, crushed and caressed
until the beautiful bride languished, shedding her red wedding dress, radiance dripping clean onto the floor.