PINEAPPLE LIP GLOSS
By: RENE
Not long ago
I fell in love
With her beautiful lips
I will never forget how sweet
That lingering after taste
Stayed in mouth well after she walked away
And
When
She was almost out of my eye sight
It became real cerebral melancholy of a love affair
I had misplaced
It took from me something objective
Watching her leave of absence
And
From a distance
At that very precise moment
It became a sharp piercing pain in the center of my heart
But I remember
Oh how I remember
I remember
Her
(PINE APPLE LIP GLOSS)
The way we French kissed for long periods
When I held on tightly
Tightly til midnight
The memory of her legs in white embroidery stockings
How my fingers danced with excitement
Triggering investments traveling up down her highway
I was dizzy
While tickling the measurements of her
Inner thighs
I remember this
When I was
Creating
A representation
That was supposed to last forever
The further she walked the smaller she grew in my vision
My eyes became a small rain storm drenching screaming
Pulling me away from dreaming
Away from my world as I had become too know it
I
Didn’t know what to say now
Like words on a black board being erased
I was at a loss for words
So I held on to the memory
Of
Her
(PINE APPLE LIP GLOSS)
The way we French kissed for long periods
No air escaping
Imprisoning our tongs
My own
Perfect example I visualize an imagine
I create in my mind the ability to conceive my own embodiment
A pine apple salad with the juices flowing over
When we touched each other’s lips
Among other things!