Rather, I outline the sexy
eyes, winging them with black
a careful line as they stare
you down, strutting the runway.
A soft stroke of a brush,
a gentle fog of gray blue,
popping the dark chocolate
irises. Two big sweeps
of mascara, seductively watching.
The bright red of vintage America
kisses my plush lips, inviting
your lips to meet mine or watch
as I dip a strawberry into luscious
chocolate. I am ready for you,
come get me if you dare.
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