Latex and Lipstick

Painted lips, perfect hair

High heeled shoes and a dress that’s too short

Long, long legs and cleavage that’s on show

I speak softly and sexily

I laugh at your jokes

and ask you how you are

I listen to your reply

My nails are perfect

my hands soft and skilled

I massage away the stress

I stroke your ego as well as your body

I choreograph the whole event for you

All you have to do is lie back and enjoy

I allow you to be selfish

To disregard my needs and concentrate

on your own pleasure

I am the ultimate sex toy

Soft and warm,

flexible and imaginative

I know how to move

and I know how to moan

And for a prearranged length of time

My body is yours

But my mind is always my own

And my heart is never for sale

You ask me why I don’t kiss

How can I explain that a kiss is personal?

That although I take you into my mouth

There’s a double layer of latex and lipstick

That to kiss you would involve an exchange of body fluids

But even more repulsive is the thought of you

entering my personal space

An act of pleasure reserved only for loved ones

Yes, I have loved ones

I have lovers whose touch I crave

With whom there is never sex, only making love

I have lovers where I can let go

Where pleasure is a give and take

where my needs are met

So when you moan that I am the best

I smile and thank you

But I’ll never let you know

that you’re not getting the best of me

That to do that, I’d have to care about you

And at the endo of the day

You’re just a business deal

Nothing more

thanks to Lauren, a very close friend, for her insight into her world