He smothered her with lipstick kisses, every part of her body aroused
Where within her he had lit a raging fire; that just couldn’t be doused
Under his experienced hands as becomes submissive without any will
Opening her love gently enters with a view of the inner demons to kill
With his lipstick lips pressed against her breast her inner waters break
His mission to own her, this woman he will as never to the end forsake
He's riding her with a passion; he is taking her with his own calm force
Knowing her overwhelming lust for him, her own un-redeemable curse
Releases from deep within him a red hot fire which for him over-comes
And with his last lipstick kiss upon her eventually for him she succumbs
These two bodies that rose up in unison and which died in eternal bliss
An inner ecstasy that could only be reached, because of his lipstick kiss
Ballerina shoes pink
Miss majestic magenta
Fresh as a rose red
Fairest faintest nude
Paris, New York pleasure
Lipstick colors in red, purple, beige, pink and brown
Once upon a time, God butterfly kissed America.
but American leadership turned arrogant
this flavor of arrogance has no soul mirror.
for it feels it is perfect and brilliant
and must control the dull and disfigured.
Know God is donning black lipstick
America is bracing for the icy kiss
it is futile to fight-flee or hide
pray that the good people are spared.
Nothing can reverse this cascade of death
this relentless violence and mayhem of men
the vipers are slithering out of the bag
aiming for stiff-blood-soaked necks
pray the good people are spared.
Something is stirring in the black mist
the desperate masses can sense it
it is the approaching rumble of global destiny...
misery dancing with time and ancient scripture.
A slow slide down the frozen black stairs
pray that the good people are spared.
Luscious lips smelling of lavender
Inspiring cranberry kiss
Presenting poetic purple bliss
Sucking on chocolate neck
Timid yet teal tender caress
Interesting emerald eyes
Calling for comfort cherry cries
Keeping me hotter than July
Signed sealed delivered I'm yours
Words of affirmation in your letters of love
Vintage cursive feelings flow from the ink of your pen
I discover my reflection as I reread the note again
Each time is like the first time I can't stop reading
Or thinking
About you, the book I don't want to put down
The book we're still writing, my favorite story
My favorite part is her signature
Because she stamps the mail with a strawberry lipstick
Stained love letters I don't want to wash from my mind
The smell of her strawberries let's my heart feel her lips
p.s. your letters kiss my heart like I've never been kissed...
No matter what you do in samsara
in the effort to improve samsara,
improve yourself, improve others,
it’s still samsara.
All effort, all improvement, never leaves the wheel,
but that doesn’t mean there’s only the wheel.
The wheel is what spins, ever-changing,
the embodiment of impermanence,
but what it spins in
spins around,
spins for,
is another story altogether.
(8/19/23)
Our first romance was Satan’s pressed buttons
In my presence, her blouse lost three buttons.
And I, helper, to fix back the buttons
While she had it on and watched my patterns,
Leave giving my eyes to meet a buxom
They were just bound to decide was awesome!
Knocking opportunity quite handsome,
My coughs, then, began to be troublesome…
Also, the handiwork of her red lipstick,
On her lips lodged for who would heavy ones lick.
With her closer, time bomb began to tick,
Nothing to stop me, save on head hit stick;
For some minutes swallowing saliva
Like had ex-lover a Charley Iva:
The lipstick proved her good painter,
My chances of making U-turn fainter…
Now with my child; what type of character?
Please, if it’s female, watch her character!
Just explained I have a pregnancy,
My rejoicing victim Neighbor Nancy.
She knows not what she
Does when she puts her lipstick on
Men become lions to tame
When she puts her lipstick on
She paints her lips a masterpiece of red
Puts her lipstick on
She is then most beautiful
When she smiles that way
Someone left a mark
On my Cadillac Car
The lipstick is fresh
A statement of Love
Is it the love for me or my car
Or did you trip
And your lip fell on the car
Gliding through the cement sidewalks she walks,
leather pants, black shirt, combat boots,
trench coat, beige lipstick, sunglasses she talks
gliding through the cement sidewalks she walks,
hands reach to touch the glow of her bright stock
fashion fell dead in her presence her roots
gliding through the cement sidewalks she walks,
and nobody ever appeared so cute
I got this glittery, ruby-red, smudge-proof lipstick the other day
and I really have to say technology is what separates us from the apes.
Well, technology and hair.. and.. - ok, let’s not dwell on the ape thing.
Remember when lipstick smeared like news-print? Well, neither do I - it was one of those old-timey things you hear about somewhere like phone-booths, CDs and smart republicans.
What about the young teenage girls who aren’t supposed to wear lipstick - who put it on, in the morning, at their locker, at school only to discover - seconds before their mom picks them up - that it's practically non-removable? Try hiding your lips from your mom.
I want breath-freshening, pizza flavored, jerk-repelling, morning-after-pill lipstick - that glitters, irrisistably, like cotton candy 5ex.
*snort* If men wore lipstick I’m sure we’d have all that by now.
cloche hat with feather
wearer unconcerned with age
red lipstick bleeding.
image by TracyGem Pixabay
The cloth aged
Likes the wrinkles of the face
The colours of the embroideries faded
Likes the eyesight of an old woman
The threads gone loose
Likes the screws
Between planks of an olden hut
Only the stains of an old lipstick
Still fresh in the heart
Of a sun-set love
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”.
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