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Lipstick Tales


I leave a small trace of myself
on whomever, whatever
I
touch.

I cure the palest of face.
Often, I'm replaced,
but rarely ever
forgotten.

Going out on the town
without me
is verboten.

I match both black silk,
cool white cotton.

I easily slip
into concealed dark,
small places.
Aid the wearers of smiles,
Paint on them much brighter faces.

I change, am
so changeable.
I was the first bite of
vivid color she
desired and
sought.

(Whether dime store purchase
 or counter-bought.)

Intimate and smooth.
Luscious and I prove
I am able
to stand out or out-match.
With me her sparkling
blue eyes crackle
and snap.

I'm the Factor
alluring the romance
and natural disaster
on a handsome man's collar
or on his stubbly face.

I seal the Vamp-stamp
hot blooded reputation
of the feminine race.

Tah-dah!
Oomph-pah-pah-pah...
Put another notch
on her well-traveled
and worn
lipstick
case.



Copyright November 1, 2013
All Rights Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells Meloo Tilt-a-World





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