French Maids & Lipstick by Matthew

French Maids

Frilly lace of white on black
Ruby lips with sultry pout
Efficiently you do not lack
Needs fulfilled without a doubt
Cleaning things you have a knack
Hoovering ‘till it’s all out
Musty scent mixed with lilac
Aura of one so devout
It grieves me to have to pack
Desiring she who made me shout
Sensing need will drive me back.

    Lipstick

Laminates of every color and hue.
In hard smooth tubes that are a pleasure to bear.
Protecting flesh so soft and so true.
Succulent treasures, encased with care.
Textures coaxing, will passion ensue?
Inviting to taste, if you would dare.
Caution crumbles, willpower’s through.
Kissing her lips, she does ensnare.

by matthew t cody