The Lipstick
She knows-
He likes her lips
Soft and rosy
No colours for him
She appears-
On screen
Lips painted gaudy red
He nearly loses his head
She smiles-
Pulls down her top
Slightly, almost teasingly
And, there appear two
Tiny, but bright coloured Vs
“My initials”, he mused
Same lipstick used
He now approves it
The lipstick
Gives the V sign
Whispering
“You’re mine”.
Copyright © Vijai Pant | Year Posted 2021
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