LIP GLOSS

The Cherry one he likes,
As my lip gloss seintillates my love;
Scarlet as the bride's blush;
"It suits you", he says.

Every time it scoffs me,
When I choose it instead of the guava one;
I smile at the peach-hued guava gloss;

The peregrination has been eventful;
Months ago on the Atlantic shores;
The sedate lip-gloss adorns my lips.

I pick it up ---- yes the smell;
Of memories, of change;
Of nefarious charms;
Of nugatory people;
Till he came-- a naivete.

The vapid cheeks now blush.
The cherry lip gloss smiles.
He removes the semblance of the lips,
His temerity breaks through the tessellated gloss;
He quaffs,
Planting the salubrious seminal kiss;
The cherry gloss removes the guava's malaise;
I blush!! I blush !!