He liked boys,
he kissed me anyway.
I had the taste
of two lipsticks
in my mouth,
his named
peachy pink
and mine
fuchsia gloss.
Baby blue,
shimmer cream,
I blushed.
Willingly I would’ve
shed my clothes for him
and worn his.
The kiss, peachy pink,
the taste of boys.
He knew his limits.
One look at his black
rimmed eyes told me
he was just exchanging gifts.
So I have worn kohl ever since.
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