Encore

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Her touch, his taste,
such desperate finality to the landlocked
and red smeared lipstick bled to chocolate.
One tainted love, one roped night
Meshed and weaved on her pale waist
A faint reminder of the whipped cream writing
Or a cherry flavored flicker of the tongue
The way she can't stand to be teased
But a faint gasp reveals a little more
than just the right spot,
a little bit more than beautiful waves of parting skin
Overlapping and intersecting
a crash of heated love signals the break point
for drops of pleasure to find their mark
Whispered thoughts driven sky high
maintained by hushed exhalation
Floating above one tainted love, one roped night
Causing her touch, his taste,
to reach through red curtains
for that well-timed encore.