Wednesday 10 July 2013

seduction: beware of deception


Red Red lips….

Red red lips glowing from the lip glows
Dripping and shiny from the sparkling effect of the brush
Ooh sweet words they whisper
Hot magic they work out
Red like a rose they are seductive
Bt there is no rose without thorns.

Red red lips they promise a confectionery
But in the end they threaten to sue your life into the forest of confusion
And leave you for the incinerator
Where the hyenas lie in wait to devour
They promise a 4th heaven
But six feet under they will leave you in hell fire.

Red red lips sweet words they chant
Like an enchantress they whisper soft words on ice chiseled on marble
Their song so seductive like the gypsies’ dance
The sweet words uttered..ooh they begin their seductive dance
Sending my heart out of its regular rhythm
But fast music is bad music.

Red red lips eye lashes red and long like a barbie doll
Curved and semi circular complementing the painted face but be careful its not a colour book
 thighs in short, red mini skirts because
Short is good..
Starky  yellow legs all broadcast for all to see beside the club entrance..
But your family they will destroy.

Red red lips like red wine they leave you dizzy
Your head spinning you wont understand
Their product so sweet and melodious a sound to the tongue
They leave it twisted between sweet and sour
But because of age they become sweeter with time and second by second they
Drag you down the philosophical corridor of wine
Where the new reasoning capacity is the only reasoning
But it is blurred reasoning.

Red red lips their intention is to drink your wine out
So big and so red they steal from your pockets and are never filled
So big they are the tunnel to a greediness that melts steal
Red red lips they dig deep into your pouch and leave with a large chunk
Red red lips are out to drink you out dry because their thirst is insatiable
Your kegs and tankards will soon run out and so will they.

Red red lips so soft, so ripe, so juicy, so appetizing
So red, so ready and so smooth they are a reservoir for the Lincolns
They will cast a spell on you as they move round and round ear to ear whispering
Whispering  a hissing so hoarse sweet but full of poison
Like the sun they are bright but directly to the eye they are blinding
Like a python they wear beautiful colors to draw you close but when within reach they strike.

Red red lips so smooth, so soft, so juicy, so ripe and so appetizing
But take a wet cloth and wipe them..they are cracked, white lips, so wrinkled like washen linen.
They will leave you for the urn.

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