Lovers

Two curious kids,
a razor blade,
  forbidden amid;
the night was made.
She climbed astride,
the light was out,
he closed his eyes,
and saw no doubt.

His pounding heart
allowed no thought;
his sweat was hot,
her whisper soft.
Her presence real,
he bit his lip
and felt cool steel
  across his skin.

She was a tease,
who dealt in fear;
was always pleased
when she could hear
a painful cry,
the slit of flesh,
a sultry sigh;
a wound that's fresh.

His neck so young,
her kisses spread.
He felt her tongue,
for he had bled.
Their eyes met fast
with love and trust,
and soon surpassed
  boundaries of lust.

Against her breast,
She held him close.
So sound they slept;
the sun arose.