Licking Smirks
She lays stretched thin,
her paws draped
almost weightless, over the edge
of the bed, toes curled, back
arched, belly exposed
waiting to be tickled.
His finger slides like a pen
over her smooth pages. Pulsating
blue ink crinkle
along the sheets,
crumpling her softness.
She writes
line after line
of nothingness
along his back.
Jagged red letters
dug deep
into flesh.
They’ve rewritten
and edited
the lines of this story
the ending remaining the same.
Exhaustion
mixed with licking smirks
lapping
at their ink stained fingertips
like a cat to milk.
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