She never allowed them to see her face

Kept it hidden, and well undercover

Came to be known, all about town

As the notorious lipstick lover

Every night, around the same time

She would head out, on the prowl

Searched for the perfect specimen

Out all evening, this little night owl

She wouldn’t stop, until he was found

And when he was, he was in for a thrill

She’d don her face with lipstick, laced

The kiss of death, was her favorite kill

 

November Writing Prompt – Lipstick lover – Day 8/30

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