your eyes rake over my skin digging under the layers i've spent hours trying to perfect.
you skip right over the $30 tank top and see underneath where i wear nothing, as instructed
i feel my blush creep up my skin, i know you can't see it under my foundation but its there i promise
your eyes travel down my torso ripping off my short skirt from my body
my black rimmed jewel green eyes widden when you tear down my perfectly done hair
your firm hands hold me against you while i struggle to keep my lipstick from smearing onto your shirt
your wife cant know. you've told me before
its our secret you've told me how you like how bright my eyes are, the smoothness of my skin
little do you know its the layers of makeup i have on to seem perfect for you
you like the way my skirt rides up and shows my lower buttcheek just for you, how my shirt rides low to show the bulge of my breast
for you i wear too much makeup and not enough clothing.