Rosemary Kiss

Her skin was white and
ghostly
There was subtle hints of
her scent laid out in the room

She came out to touch me
stroking my arm gently
her lips were rosy and her cheeks
were flushed and pink

I could feel the heat from her
cold hands as she stared
at me with fiery passion

Lust we both had felt back
at the theater
I so impressed with her skill
with words that I hadn't considered
she was a quack

And there as her bosom
sunk into my chest and my
hands stroked the back of her
corset she uttered no words

And I realized she spoke
only to impress and get me home
to smell her perfume

Fleeing humiliation I am alone
at my home thinking of
Rosemary's kiss

I still have the scarf she
wooed me with
I smell it now and then
to get the last supple kiss
from her dried out corpse