cosmetic appeal

compact erotica and lipstick fantasies. chasing yr stare up my cheekbones. reflecting yr eyes in compressed powder. layering mischief on top of desire.

startled moments and don't touch me's bounce like bassinets. is it you that i've been avoiding so long? crude comments and distractions. i want to be the fat that is smeared across yr parted lips. i'm sure yr ethics would choke on the cosmetic contents.

in the daytime yr akwardness is forgettable. my poetry has a rough tongue. yr name remains referenced on shredded paper. i'm still unsure of who you are.