Quick fresh <br />application of lipstick <br /> <br />that you forget <br />as you greet me <br /> <br />with a slow slow kiss <br /> <br />our lips <br />stuck together <br /> <br />glued to each other <br />by Femme Fatale Red <br /> <br />& when <br />we part <br /> <br />I too now wearing <br />the very same lipstick. <br /> <br />You tell me oh you <br />could fancy me <br /> <br />made up so <br />&...make me up even further. <br /> <br />I look like <br />a right tart. <br /> <br />You laugh. <br /> <br />A drunken geezer <br />hollers at us. <br /> <br />“Doin’ any business love? ” <br /> <br />I tell him to: <br />“F**k off! ” <br /> <br />We travel home <br />arm in arm. <br /> <br />I can’t wait <br />to have a bubble bath <br /> <br />& take <br />my make up off.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/make-up-artist/
