Lips like Sugar

Coy my siren,
you lay in pin-up pose,
wearing a quiet smile
lips lust filled
you beckoned
with one perfectly painted
black fingernail.

My neck you bit,
My ear you teased,
my heart too soon spent,
beached like a shipwreck,
my mouth dry to speech.

The bed only for sleeping now;
long gone your ruby-red thrills;
your perfume faded from the pillow,
replaced with tears
for the trust I killed.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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