Monday, May 10, 2010


Painted lipstick smile
Delicately perfumed skin
New black push-up bra

Heels that give an extra inch or two
Witch's eyes that never miss a trick
First meeting

He say's she's beautiful
She thinks he's sexy
He's got a smile to melt butter

A chest to die for
She wants to trail fingers across his shoulder
Desire drums hotly under her skin

She licks her lips in anticipation
Vanilla lip gloss tastes sweet on her tongue
It isn't love--it's self-preservation

She loves another
Someone who doesn't want her
But damn--the rest is gonna be fun!


  1. Wow I love your work. What a picture it paints... The last line, oh WOW!