Creme de Menthe

The cool green tube of lipgloss

is in stark contrast to my pink lips

as I apply it right in front of you

knowing full well the reaction it'll get.

 

The fresh mint from my pout

travels on a whisper to your ear

down your spine and into your lap

where the arrival is obvious.

 

Whatever you were working on

isn't so immediate anymore

while your gaze finds my face

and your hands find my thighs.

 

Later in the dark, quiet bathroom

my feet will avoid the chilly tile

while I lick my lips clean

of the gloss that never fails.

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

i really enjoy how you start at such a simple seductive move... and naturally let the poetry draw us into it's natural conclusion.

also

"The cool green tube of lipgloss
is in stark contrast to my pink lips" - is nice in how it suggesets that "pink" is hot... the contrast of hot and cool was very nice and immediately stimulated the mind.

the last stanza was a little confusing. i imagine you don't touch the tile because he is... "holding" you.. but maybe the innuendo was a little TOO vague. let me know.

[emz]

Great words.. very sexy i thought.

[Brandon]

Nicely worded and well done.

When I saw the title of the poem I knew I had to read it.

Good form and great choice of words. There is good rhythm and flow.

This is a very good piece