To give their face a facelift
on the lip and around eyes
invented was lipstick
extracted from dyes.
Ah a woman's lips
have held for countless age
her mind's secret tips
love, hatred, rage!
Her lips parted pursed
speak the subtlest lines
of a relation gone accursed
or one in glowing shines!
It's not when lips do part
but when she's tightlipped
the silence breaks man's heart
the strongest one gets ripped!
But sure her puckered ones
they invite you to a bliss
sparkle like thousand suns
when land on you as kiss!
Pradip Chattopadhyay
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cleopatra-14/
