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One finger, two fingers.....

I grasp them like scissors,

take a deep breath.

Slowly in and out.

"I can do this," I whisper.

One finger, two fingers.....

I gently play with the soft mound of skin,

coaxing it to respond.

Nerves alert and aroused.

"I can do this," I mutter.

One finger, two fingers.....

I pick up the needle.

It's cold and hard.

I'm shaking.

"Can I do this?" I silently ask.

One finger, two fingers.....

I wipe the sweat from my brow.

My body stiffens, swelling

with fear and excitement.

"I'm going to do this," I command myself.

One finger, two fingers.....

I steady the needle.

Tighten the clamp.

I aim for my target.

"I'm doing it," I breath.

One finger, two fingers.....

I break the skin.

A bead of blood forms,

and trickles slowly down my mountain.

"Damn! That hurts!" I curse.

One finger, two fingers.....

Pushing, pleading for an end,

a sickly 'pop' is my gift.

Lone tear escapes.

"I did it, the worst is over," I gasp.

One finger, two fingers.....

I release myself.

Peering into the mirror,

at the foreigness of the object.

"It's sexy," I smile.

One finger, two fingers.....

I pick up the trinket,

and spy it with regard.

Shines softly in the light.

"We will soon be one," I smirk.

One finger, two fingers.....

I align my two metals.

Briefly introducing them

with a soft 'clink'.

"I'm almost there," I cry.

One finger, two fingers.....

I grit my teeth,

and push with steady might.

Pain!

"It's over," I say with resignation.

One finger, two fingers.....

I tease the soft wound,

reveling in the sensation.

Yes!

"I'm glad I did this," I say proudly.