Lips of love
They are using the drug, of what you
want to hear.
The scarlet slash of red across the
porcelain of her face.
They move to utter words of forever
as they plan to devour you flesh from
your bones.
They move and caress your poor timid
face and body.
And brand you for today with Russet Red
– as few men are happy to be hot
iron branded.
Saying what you want to hear – a drug
dispenser.
You suck in the words of forever you
want to hear.
The lies – not the the truths – you
don't care.
The drug you need to live. To believe
in tomorrow.
She weaves her perfume around you head
and body.
Until you are admitted to drinking in
her muse,
her spirit and smile your
pharmaceutical addiction.
You have danced this dance before –
and it never ends well.
But the journey is such fun. You gaze
into her smile.
Those damn lips of love. Over them you
have no power.
You can't even ask the question. 'What
is it you want'
knowing she will say 'your life, your
soul and you money'
Instead you say 'This is love for
ever!'. 'Yes' she says.
You would only get 25 years for murder
you think.
Those
damn lips!
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