Cigarette Lips

by jamescarman

Cherry red lipstick
cigarette smoke
filling my eyes

and the tambourine heart
rattles while
the hips shake

to the sound of the blues
and motown
and words spoken like soul.

I can taste all over
that cherry wide eyed
body in motion

as you inhale
and then I inhale
and we share this

dancing like soldiers
under the moon lit
pavements of our street

rapidly inhaling
tasting those succulent
cigarette lips.

A dress fit for a queen
and a suit
made for a king

the lion and lioness
roaring at the jungle
beneath their clawing paws

tearing away
until
there is no more to tear

and the music
kept playing on
that motown sound

and we shake our hips
with cherry flavored
cigarette lips.

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