Blade

Slowly
She brought my palm
To her lips.

Her thin breath

Warmed my skin.

Her warm exhalation

Coursed chills down my spine
Pooling molten in my loins

Slowly

Deliberately
She traced the tip of her tongue
Along what she said
Was my
Lifeline.

There

She said.
Now, you will live forever.

I had no answer.

My breath caught in my throat.

No words formed in my mouth.
My vision narrowed and dulled.
No manly response effused my body.

For all her assurance of long life

She slew me
With no blade nearly as edged
As her maiden tongue.