Disrobing

After the party,
Our exhausted bodies sprawl,
Through the foyer doors,
Slinking to the living room,
Opulent, pristine,
(Because nothing lives in there)
My red-wine breath fogs,
While your dark dress falls,
Pale, moonlit skin, bared like knives,
So soft and so cruel,
Cuts into my blurry mind,
Your wrothful embrace,
Kissing, clinging, poisoned lips,
Our lust fills our hate,
Nothing else can satiate,
Spent blood, exhausted,
A push and pull, be away,
Meekly we retreat,
To armor ourselves again,
And face the morning.

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