Wearing Red Lipstick and Skyping with the Wolf
Like the first time I had sex,
I didn’t know how to Skype until he showed me.
I thought you talked face-to-face
not groin-to-groin
but there was my clit,
pink, swollen, and on camera;
a rediscovered loss of virginity.
He told me when to take off my clothes,
how to drop them like tears to the floor, and
I’d spend 15 minutes getting ready before I’d call
so my lipstick looked extra red on camera
so when the light hit my face
you couldn’t see my fear.
Horror Sleaze Trash 