Her Lipstick Mouth

I am remembering the time you let me rub
the knots from the back of your neck in the
middle of senior year economics class. You
complained of tension and I rubbed my thumb
in pressing little circles over muscle bumps
and knotty scars of vertebrae. I wondered
what would happen if I kissed you. You had
the mouth of an 1800’s whore, lipstick
red and swollen wet and full and stretching
round, a mouth meant to suck cock. I
wonder how it would look against my
pussy.