I used to think
red glossy lipstick
melted on loose lips
was to be the mouth of desire,
the powerful symbol
arousing deep passion
and expectation.
After the umpteenth landing in Cairo,
I came to the conclusion that this
mouth
starring in the picture above
is able to incite
feelings and thoughts
far more intense
and perturbing
than a malicious miss Lovelace,
especially if everytime it unlocks its
squeaking lips the outcome is never your luggage.
especially if everytime it unlocks its
squeaking lips the outcome is never your luggage.
Even pornography has to deal with globalization nowadays..
