She lies

She lies, lies, lies.

She basks her perfumed, powdered face
On his plump chest, golden and white
Counting the silver fur, flesh rubbing flesh,

Countless are her cocooned days,
of bold nights she spends
in his loins, myriad ,

devouring his clean chin ,
her eyelashes paint romantic tales,
in water colors, convincing lies

so many dawns and dusks ,slip by,
as she slips into many a skin,
Today I see her lie in another couch.