Tainted Woman


I can still smell the tanning beds

& Air of suntan lotion

Your smells

Your love

Your world

I see your painted lips & smile

With my own

You've tainted me in everyway

Ever possible

I love you

I see the reflection of your eyes

Behind sunglasses

Your long, brown curls which smelled

Of chemicals

Your look

Your smells

Your world

I love you,

My painted woman.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Aka, Mother.

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