I’ve got bed hair most of the day
Bedroom eyes that dream away
My unpainted nails dig into your back
Carmine formations appear on my skin

My bare lips mouth your name
Love and yearning painting them insane
My hands so cold when I touch myself
Your thoughts so warm, offering help

My sensuality my biggest make-up
Your words, my base and my touch-up
My poetry that you so seek
On my raw face, your poetry speaks