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The Red Lipshade

Pandora's box i unbolted
The damsel princess of the brothel got amazed
Kohl, mascara and a red lip shade
Her fascination in those sparkling oculars
I pulled all away & to her did i chide
The fates mete me this epoch today,
Morrow she doesn't have to abide.
If only she could despise the fates
I feared the red lipshade i applied.

Stars of movies and figures of rills.
I could picture in those miniature balls
Make-up and glamour, that wonder and thrill
I pulled it out and jerked myself
The red lipshade i put on filled me with disgust
Someone would wipe it off
That someone i had never before come across
That someone i might never see again
Someone would wipe that red lipshade off
I would hold the unkempt bedsheet tight
I would have no say and be numb with all my might.

A concealer not to hide a mark
But hundreds visible on the face
A million they can't see
A million i can't show.

That kohl to blacken my hungry eyes
their hungry eyes see the bright
I blacken it t darken my dark night
Those brows i raise with the mascara
And blinden myself to soul that doesn't rise.
Powder for the face to bring the lambence
Thicken the flesh that no longer his touch i sense.

Men of repute walking into the house of ill fame
Madam sends me to royal avenue room 207
The groomed and lessoned girls rushing into the game
Before my friend gets him luckily or unluckily
I find him to be his goddess of tonight's heaven.

A smile to him, pleasure he draws
Tuning to the dollars in his hand my wise lips wide
The money he holds tight in his paws
I pull it with my teeth
I am no larcen, i earn my bread
Doing must to survive, his words into my ears yet
He did not watch me this way then
I do not want the stars to look now
Dragging yhis feet to be stood upon
I shall put the morsel into the mouth.

Dancing these fingures over the bottle of wine
The edge of the bed he moved to
Holding my hand kissing the neck
Lost in the smell of the brown locks
When i shall submit my treasures to him
A wasteland to me, for him treasure it was.
He would beleive i rendered those treasures no more mine
If not him, then his bottle of wine.

Ah the sunrays are moving out of the sky for a promenade
Its been long and longer still
Yet i fear the red lip shade.

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