they see
these
lipsticked
strawberries
and
pine
for kisses.
my lips
are designed
for sins;
a pout for
things
to be placed
between.
these rocky
horror
reds
aid & abet
my bed-
beckoned
men
to beg.
okay,
kiss my
crimson twins.
a lustful
blood flood
banquet
begins
and he
forgets
where
his
nerve
ends.
my hinged
vermilions
undid him;
and
my lips
win
again
