She is blade who will kiss yoru wrist

She is so sweet,
So cold yet warm.
Her lip not soft,
A sinful torn.

Her in your hands,
A savor for some.
Make you free,
Your life undone.

Surf ice so elegant,
A silver sheet.
Sharpened so nice.
Her kiss will meet.

First just a peck,
So soft and smooth.
Her touch if foreign,
Something new.

For each date,
A closeness of new.
she moved deeper.
Her kisses they drew.

You say,
Just a drop.
Ma-by know,
that s true.

But in the future,
what will you do?
Her kisses a heroine,
You want her too.

Just one day,
She came to you.
She held you close,
She loved you too.

One last kiss,
Her lips so warm.
They slid so smooth,
Not just torn.

You two lay alone,
her love has shown.
You stay so still,
Not a breath is known.

Her one last kiss,
Has slashed there wrist.
With blood and gore.
There heart untorn.

Who is she?
With the deadly kiss.
She is a blade,
who will kiss your wrist.