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A.H. Scott: Lipstick Serenade, Copyright 2021
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Lipstick Serenade
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Red lipstick exudes the passion a woman has inside
Pressing that tube to her lips, she knows what reaction he’ll have
He sat in a chair across from her, as she winked at him
Ready for the night to begin, she closed the tube and stood up
In red bra, thong and garter, the stockings were grasped by her hand
Slowly she sat back down and began to give him a show
He felt an explosion beneath the denim he was wearing about to blow
Sliding stocking over right leg and then left, those ends of the garter were attached
Vision of loveliness in red stoked his lust
Lipstick started him off and seeing her in red was getting him off
But, she was only beginning the serenade of seduction
He walked over to her and stood directly at eye level
She wasn’t going to be doing anything to smudge that lipstick
A job of the hand would be his reward
Nothing more, nothing less
Wrist worked back and forth, as those red lips shimmered with a smile
He was grateful for small things she would do for him
Before they were heading out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, this was his treat
He’d been on the Olympic team as a sharpshooter
She knew he always was a man who enjoyed targets
Red lipstick was the circle
Her tongue was the flashpoint
He still had the magic of that sharpshooter of days gone by
Lipstick never was smudged, as her open mouth closed and swallowed
The lady in red and the man who smiled with pleasure continued with their evening
Neither spoke of her handy work or even his laser hitting its pinpoint
Yet, as they sat in the five star restaurant she placed a forkful of angel food in her mouth
He noticed a few crumbs upon those lips of red, “Why can’t I be that cake?”
She licked them off and said, “Because, you are no angel, my love”
Taking napkin to corners of her mouth wiping the crumbs off slowly
She stood and went to the powder room and freshened up
When they left the restaurant, she whispered, “I guess it’s time to smudge my lips”
Kissing him, their lipstick serenade would begin again when they returned home
And, when they did, her lips really got smudged…..
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About The Author: A.H. Scott is a poet based in New York City and frequent contributor to Tony Ward Studio. To read additional articles by Ms. Scott, go here: https://tonywardstudio.com/blog/limo_dark_windows/