Purple Lipstick Poem by James McLain

The hair length black medium straight.
She makes me shiney.
Principal description of property.
Different shades of lipstick.
Body which is small and well assembled.
The hips are resplendent.
Off the main subject and well beaten path.
Circular donkey and Latin America,
is very smooth and under shadows, complete.
Her skin was tanned lipstick brown.
But as for the lipstick where she is red brightly.
I saw very largely with her own moving lips.
She has lips that sink ships.
Lips never to be found on a man.
Bored the hole, Jesus through Monroe.
And that nose right above them.
Made her exactly thick lips more attractive.
She had attached a corset which tightens the jeans.
Where they are gray it is hard on her back.
It is thin without seeing the string,
cling to high there below eye patched the body.
Her the high-heeled shoes,
it could point to each toe painted onto her feet.
Longer much desirably above all around,
I am waiting as it all dries on her.
Her lips underneath I have painted deep purple.