No Kissing…


She shed her glory
like a tree in autumn fall
painted ruby mouth – blushing
over painted sallow skin
Was it for love – no – never
A misconstrued secluded sin
once, but no more.
She provided, they took,
let your own puritan thoughts
put to bed this ageless act
It was hers to peddle,
though never knowingly under sold
just fixed by the price of the street.
with her back against the wall.
the familiarity of urgency
sold – always with no kissing.
Poppy 2013 ~xx~
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