Crimson Dream

You have never experienced true pleasure until you have cut human flesh. The soft texture of the skin against the blades razor edge, slicing into it to create a path to its secret red pleasure. However the pleasure quickly overcomes the blades precision work, covering it in its ego as if it claims the master piece for itself, taking away the magnificence created. So you slice again, but this time longer and deeper, creating a canyon… a canyon of pleasure, overflowing with life’s essence, swarming out to again take away the ecstasy.