Lipstick

She sees her target

And the dance begins

Each movement with a purpose

Like a spider to a fly

She catches his gaze

She acts shy and turns away

She takes out her lipstick

woman with brown hair doing lipstick and holding little mirror
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And slowly applies it

Blotting the excess on a napkin

She looks his way again

And smiles innocently at him

He is drawn in

And starts to get up

She sees her moment coming

He is going to come to her

Just then a woman is embraced

Into the warmth of his arms

And all she can think is

I wasted my lipstick on him

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – blot