Her bare body a blade
soft slip of metal
the way the bézier
control points follow
related fields largesse
buxom cutting moment
never to possess as nothing can be
You barely know yourself
Watching sore eyes bulbous wretch
the line always opens
unrelated meant little
want your way images broadcast
the blood seeps and the distook
relate the line where steel slips
batting desirous foolishness releases
diabate communicate lust
what is it that is
her body cutting you to pieces
your violent return match
Can’t even cry
derekjamescarter 
Sounds like someone needs a titanium chainmesh full body prophylactic. Great stuff Mr D.
It’s funny how the female form can be so weaponised in Western society. It’s like a cutting machine, neutering, bending minds all to keep the chain of desire fully stocked.