I
If I were to ever wear lipstick
I know with absolute certainty
That you would stop kissing me
With such reckless abandon
Losing self and self control
II
That if I were to paint my toes
You may stop caressing my feet
Sliding your hands along the sides
Always taking me by surprise
When we make love
III
Lipstick stains
Feet bleed
Hearts burn
You remain
You prevail.
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