The Show

your eyes stare through my window
the sky dims to a calling crow
my mahogany chest holds whips and chains 
I invite you to watch the show

comprised of three acts:
the binding, the lust, the sin
the sun has set, my guest arrived
it's time the show begin

her years on earth so few
breasts still firm, skin so tender
do your flaws cry with jealousy?
will you joy to watch me end her?

we waltz into the bedroom
prey so innocent through and through
I've drawn the blinds with caution
so you can enjoy the view

her body takes rope so natural
time slows to let it linger
a leather cuff for each ankle,
a twine for every finger

the binding now complete
are your eyes glued with such thrill?
this beauty's last night of leisure
first pleasure - then the kill

my bite tickles her warm torso
a soft breath brings her to dew
my tongue guides her to fruition
do your fingers, the same, for you?

in bliss she asks for her release
I give my answer - "no"
there's plenty left in the mahogany chest
the last act of the show

to the floor fall whip and dagger
her face to terror with such splendor 
a silent scream slips through her teeth
a whimper of surrender

the whip draws blood and flesh
ripped like a child from the womb
our eyes lock as as I raise the dagger
electricity fills the room

crimson flows from her sweet veins
her heart beat starts to slow
but you see there is an encore;
a fourth act to the show!

with the room now dead in silence
and a witness to my debut
I pull the knife from my lovers side
and point the blade straight at you

your frantic fingers dial for help
but I've already cut your line
the door frame splinters as I enter
there's a curtain call this time

my swings slice you to pieces
that I tie neatly with a bow
break a leg I did!
good night! the end! the show!