Tryst

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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Tryst

RC deWinter

Fairfield, United States

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An invitation to lust.

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