I have
lipstick
on my cheek,
sweet feet,
he whispers
discreetly
and sneaks
a finger
to swipe
my cosmetics
southwards.
what's
the rush
to remove my
rouge,
mister
rugged?
does my
crimson
lipped kiss
dismiss your
notions of
manliness?
I've barely
branded
bare skin
to sing
with delicious
sins
before
you erase
this score.
I won't wear
lipstick
for you
anymore.
you think
this kissing
thing is such
a chore
please don't
be surprised
next week
when I've found
new cheeks
to piece
my lips
upon
