By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 9 August 2000
Lip Gloss
Your boy-band smile
Crept up as you
Blew smoke into my face
I turned my head
And laughed
As I cleared the smoke
From my view
When I felt your hand
Edging its way
Up my leg
I analyzed your
Cynical excursion
And returned my eyes
With a smile and
One of my own
My lip gloss
Began to smear
As I buried my face
Into your neck
Marking your lips
Like I do your heart
Only my soul wears
A different shade
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