her lips
soft sensuous
perfection
meant
to be kissed
and claimed by
only me
meant
to yearn for
the taste of
only me
yet
they are not
true blue but
rather deceptively
demure
undisciplined
in the adventures
they crave
unapologetic
for the damage
they cause
as they hunger
for danger
as they pucker
and puff and pull
and then inhale
the toxic mix of
poisoned air
through
the unfiltered tip
of a burning
cigarette
tyrone farris
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