harmless harmfulness

Fingers submerged in my skin, as if it were a cake. They probe until they find the deepest place, until they reach the most pleasurable spot. Nails adhering to my protective layers, piercing them and wounding me. Sweet poison, the taste of metal, spreads through my body, responding to my own touch. Soft pain, pleasant feeling. A faint cry whispers from my lips, hesitating whether to plead for or against. Eyes rolled back, struggling to remain conscious, trying to cling to the moment. Cold sweat runs down my face, trembling muscles compose my being. Harmful desires, feigning innocence.