Lips

My scandalous lips have been rousing the ire
Of men who seek penance in one night's desire.
Avoiding sharp urges toward ardent affairs,
I remain elusive yet poised for the dare.

To conquer my virtue and court loyalty,
They unmask my lips, but their eyes fail to see
That beneath the rouge and the gloss is just this--
A desolate being who yearns for one kiss.

My lips whisper memories still febrile with lust,
Protrude against reason, betray all self-trust,
Envelop old truths sown on strawberry tongue,
Beguile fervent suitors with pouty wisdom.

Deception, when paired with the thrill of the chase,
Curls these tender lips with its foul aftertaste.