scalpel in hand you start with my left toes
your lips brushing gently over my skin

as you trace that shadowy path that flows
from tip to tibia I tense you grin

as a small shiver disturbs the surface
of my thigh ripples in a pond above

my knee you pause breathe in sharp nervousness
makes your hands sweat perhaps you call this love

I moan softly as your breath rolls off me
you pull at my hips follow the round pout

of my ass I arch my back fingers part
my musk and my taste bubble fear honey

fear each fear scalpelled still as you pull out
between my ribs I can feel you touch heart