rouge on rouge

She smiles and twirls with splendor, grace,

And oh, to see that look on his face.

His eyes pop open, loud and enticed. 

Mine are the same—I hope that's alright.

The look in her eye, the sway of her hips,

I want that smirk upon each of her lips.

He turns to me to knowingly wave,

but that is not the attention I crave.

I want that spark of rouge on rouge.

I want the love that I can choose. 

I want his jacket, I want her pearls,

I want her skin and I want his curls.