With Painted Lips
She came with the breeze of mercurial winds,
Insidious by daydream intoxicated with sin,
Miss mischievous grin the mistress of pretend,
Fabricate an innocence to become heaven for men.
Pseudo-flirtatious until the rose covered bed,
A tiara that says precious holding in every word said,
Red lips matching finger tips the lover of dread,
The promise of fantasy becoming reality is spoon fed.
Keeping most at bay with her stone cold glare,
Symmetrical elegance with a beauty so fair,
A regional spark in a heart that is a frozen lair,
If you resist she will insist nothing can compare.
(2017)
Copyright © Corwin Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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