Her hands bound by violet tethers
More for effect than restraint
Her eyes covered by velvet
Lest she should enchant him
A distant weeping violin and remnants
Of a Cabernet glistening
In subdued candle's glow then
Silence but for her breathing
Gentle lips wander and fade
Returning from nowhere to her flesh
Inviting insanity with each touch
And slipping away
The taste of chocolate remnants
Where lipstick once was and
Half eaten fruit on the floor
Next to sheets and pillows
The moon hides her own face now
He has finished his taunting and
Though they've played many times
This is like their first night again
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