A New Woman
LIPSTICK
Her lips tasting of cherry.
The color of the red, red rose.
Her eyes gleaming over.
The night so right.
The passion so warm.
her lips were an imitation of a devil.
So the kiss seemed a game more than being a serious kiss.
Love came too, and feelings so strong.
The kiss stayed on all night.
His lips were red and painful.
His mind was evil.
Hence the saliva gone with red, red roses.
Now they both fell madly in love.
Lips say it all.
Red.
Devil.
Evil.
Lipstick.
With a cherry kind of edge.
The color of the red, red rose.
Her eyes gleaming over.
The night so right.
The passion so warm.
her lips were an imitation of a devil.
So the kiss seemed a game more than being a serious kiss.
Love came too, and feelings so strong.
The kiss stayed on all night.
His lips were red and painful.
His mind was evil.
Hence the saliva gone with red, red roses.
Now they both fell madly in love.
Lips say it all.
Red.
Devil.
Evil.
Lipstick.
With a cherry kind of edge.
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