I now wear lipstick because you kiss me—

And your lips reside upon my lips,

Even long after a tender kiss

With lips as smooth as the color purple

And silky gentle whispers that ripple

Across the surface of my spirit’s skin,

Whereon you write love with affection’s pen,

And so tell me that I am wholly yours,

Both lips glistening, freshly painted doors,

Inviting both my heart and soul to taste

The luscious fruit, which there my lips await:

And to wear the color of your lipstick

And to taste the fruit of your lips so rich.

I now wear lipstick because you kiss me.