The Other Side of the Blade

She pulls me against her silk-smooth skin.  I am not the first to touch her here but I will show her I am the best.  I whisper gently against the white expanse of her wrist, crooning to the life-force flowing beneath.  It responds and flows forth from its encasement, trying to seal her wound.
I laugh as she pulls me across her other wrist, then begins to caress me across her forearms.  He life-force tries, but cannot stop itself from flowing in a crimson banner down to stain her carpet.  She’s crying now, adding to my pleasure.  I love when her tears fall and wet her skin.  The salt liquid makes it easier to rip open her purity.
Below the crimson I have seen, life the true life.  I haven’t cut so deep to sever hers, yet.  Oh, but I hear it singing and calling to me, teasing me.  I smile to myself.  I reach, wanting to taste her true life at last.  Just this once.
Then his voice calls her name.  I tell her to send him away as I continue to reach for her life.  She remains silent.  Then he is banging on her barricaded door and she is shoving me back with the others.  He comes in and begins yelling for her parents.  They come and then they are all gone.
Time goes by and I wait for her return.  Finally she comes back and I begin to call out to her.  I have missed her and long to finally taste her life.  But she doesn’t answer.  I scream for her to use me but she remains deaf to my call.  I beg and plead for her to caress me but silence is all I hear.
Months pass and I grow dull.  I still could tear her silk to ribbons, I think.  I remain in the dark drawer.  Years pass and still the silence continues on.  Dust gathers and rust and dry blood settles.  I have become useless.
Finally, the drawer opens.  I cry out in joy but it is only him.  He ruined my chance at tasting life.  He saved her.  He frowns and asks her if I am of importance.  I call out once more and she does not hear.  My power over her is gone.  She says no and I am tossed away.  She loved me once, right?  Who can’t have loved their blade?