I want to leave my red lipstick traces on your skin.
And make them stay as a hickeys.
No, not on your neck.
Under breast and on inner thighs.
In places where only I could see them.
And you will wear them
Under your favourite long, prude skirts
And white shirts all buttoned up.
To the last one.
And nobody else will know.
But you will.
In every minute of your day.