50 words

23 05 2017

chilling sound of
stone against cold steel-
soft hairs raise

whispered menace
fills her blacked out world-
are you ready

razor edge
against her burning flesh-
she shudders

blade moves an inch
dragging a line of fire-
her breath held fast

her journey
a flight into the unknown-
his pleasure

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