She puckered her thin, red lips
put her cheek to mine, left, right,
making little sucking noises like a
lamb, and this passed for kissing.
She knows better than to plant
lipstick on me. And it’s only a ritual
after all. She knows I don’t like her.
She puckered her thin, red lips
put her cheek to mine, left, right,
making little sucking noises like a
lamb, and this passed for kissing.
She knows better than to plant
lipstick on me. And it’s only a ritual
after all. She knows I don’t like her.