What a tease

A poem yeah...

What a tease

Your nails travel oh so lightly down my wrists
hitting the scabs you left there
making them bleed.
Do you enjoy making me gasp?
What a sadist you are.

Your hot breath carresses my neck
scorching the burns you gave me
making them blister.
Do you enjoy making me bite my lip?
What a sadist you are.

You hands writhe down my chest
shifting the bones you have broken
making them crack.
Do you enjoy making me moan?
What a sadist you are.