Let’s meet in the old hotel way out west.
We’ll take a room near the top of the twilight city.
You’ll know me.
I’ll be the one with the scarlet lipstick,
painted thick and wet to tattoo your body
with the imprint of my lips.
And when it’s time I’ll throw off all my clothes
and turn myself over to your will, your skill,
your imagination.
We won’t have to speak, what we do will say it for us.
And when dawn’s sly fingers reach in
and pull aside night’s curtain I’ll vanish
like starlight slain by day.

© 2013 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved

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I have been a photographer for over 25 years, using both traditional and digital SLR equipment, with pictures published in print as well as in online publications and galleries. The digitally-composed works are created using a variety of software. If you enjoy my work, please spread the word, and thank you for stopping by.

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  • markhadafairday
    markhadafairdayover 1 year ago

    ok….:) really wonderful. Had me all the way

  • Happy New Year, Mark, glad you like it, many thanks.

    – RC deWinter

  • Shulie1
    Shulie1over 1 year ago

    I could do with one of those! Fantastic work, GIna

  • Who couldn’t? LOL…thanks, sweetie.

    – RC deWinter

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