Linda Blackett
My Lips Caress
My lips caress its pointed silken smoothness,
Rising to my touch from golden sheath,
Barely There, to kiss forbidden fruit.
Scarlet Secret for a scarlet woman.
I leave my spore on cup and collar,
DNA dispersed in Sugar Pink.
Sensual, seductive Strawberry Sunrise.
Is it a mortal sin to love your lipstick?
Linda Blackett
October 2007