By Dawn
Date: 21 July 2000

Lips of color

In front of the mirror
with lipstick in hand
like an artist 
I paint 
my lips
with brilliant color.

Waiting to bury my face
in your neck
whisper naughtiness
in your ear
then taste you
tasting me.

Wanting to go South
down your back
to where the line
separates
your derriere
into two perfect halves.

Which way
will I go?
Up and over
with my lips
like a 
mountain climber.

How I love 
to paint
your body 
with the color
from
my lips...