August 17 by The Running Son
ˇˇ﹏why lips flex﹏ˇˇ
To purse: handbag’s always a mess!
Now, the Roseberry Shimmer!™
lipstick has decapped, half of it
bleeding deep into cracks to keep moist.
Divine choice: a Benedictine benediction
was done, once, in a rather duck
flat voice; the vicar petitioned
St. Benedict for Medals, and genital poise.
Sixth sight: as if having eyes of their own,
open lips fly in close to flushed skin,
dive in reading heat signatures,
and unloading moisture with optical precision.
Love bites: after finishing the shellfish
and lite wine, we will slip quietly by
the Maître d, find the right table
and privately crack lips, and sip light.
The prompt was to free-write 10 words, then choose 3 for the title. I included the 10 original words (;
(that, why, next, forbidden, ecstasy, lips, never, exit, flex, visit)
by Jim Aldrich (:
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.