My dearest, oh dearest mother
once bought me some lip gloss.
As minuscule as that tube
may have seemed.
Little did I know
it held within mighty power.
A glossy goddess.
Once you bestow that great
abundance of ravishment
on your sweltering lips.
thou shall have a sensation
of a juicy watermelon
freshly ripened laid
upon thy mouth.
The aura of a
latterly plucked cherry
will fill thy nose of thy beholder.
And as you, oh you
paramount lip gloss,
smother yourself delicately.
Shall relish upon thy vigorous buds.
as if an apple were bitten into
and thy juice was sweet as a
spring bee’s honey
newly pollinated.
Your brilliant shine will
blind the eyes
of many admirers.
For they themselves
know not how to grapple
your robust power.
As you nourish thy lips I feel
as though you are
my own tenacious being.
Upon like lips
like glue shall be laid
to nourish and embellish
their natural beauty.
So now I ode to you my lip gloss
for with you, I am me.
But better.
I am the glossy goddess.
