Immersing the brush in the lambent red
with it, caressing the bottle's head.
Left over polish dripping from the brush, plink it said.
Then trying on her fingers to spread.
Taking off the curlers
with a delicate hand, she whirlers.
Falling curls down her lust chest...
Running fingers through the hair, satiny soft.
With fingertips she takes the earrings.
Stretches her ear to put one on, it clicks
Then the other as she shifts.
They dangle, with the silver sound of rattle.
The balmy cigarette in her tender lips.
As she flicks and on the ash tray she lays.
A thin strand of smoke escapes,
swiftly moving through the air in twirls.
Carefully puts the vivid red lipstick on, trying not to smudge.
The applicator in her fingers' sturdy clutch,
but she wants to smear the colour on a certain someone with indulge...
Smacking lips in a delicate way such...
Squints the bottle of perfume, as it fills up the room.
The fragrant smell enters, your nostril's senses.
These bold flowers yet so sweet but bitter
Like the taste of liqueur...
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My Flowers After Rain
Poetry"My Flowers After Rain" is an evocative collection of love poems. Let yourself get immersed in the tender words of love, where emotions bloom like delicate flowers. With each poem, the reader is transported to a different landscape where the tapestr...
