Her mother being out,
Lizbeth sat
at her mother's
dressing table
and opened
bottles of scent
and shades of lipstick.
Some smells
had a musky scent,
others too strong,
but one scent she liked
and tipping the bottle up,
dubbed some
behind her ears
and about her neck.
She gazed at herself
in the mirror;
smiled as she'd seen
actresses smile.
Pouted her lips seductively;
picked up one
of the lipsticks
and carefully
touched it
on her upper lip.
She moved
her lips together
as she'd seen
her mother do
to spread
from top to bottom.
Was it too much?
Too bright red?
Would it show?
Would her mother know?
She blew a kiss
towards the window
from her palm
for Benny,
a soft kiss;
no one would know,;
none will harm.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Her mother being out,
Lizbeth sat
at her mother's
dressing table
and opened
bottles of scent
and shades of lipstick.
Some smells
had a musky scent,
others too strong,
but one scent she liked
and tipping the bottle up,
dubbed some
behind her ears
and about her neck.
She gazed at herself
in the mirror;
smiled as she'd seen
actresses smile.
Pouted her lips seductively;
picked up one
of the lipsticks
and carefully
touched it
on her upper lip.
She moved
her lips together
as she'd seen
her mother do
to spread
from top to bottom.
Was it too much?
Too bright red?
Would it show?
Would her mother know?
She blew a kiss
towards the window
from her palm
for Benny,
a soft kiss;
no one would know,;
none will harm.
A school girl trying in her mother's stuff 1961
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