Red Lipstick
There’s red lipstick
When her legs, dressed in denim, float teasingly through the air, and her soft, gentle hands caress her daily life.
All we see is red lipstick
When she hides secrets behind a subtle, tough leather jacket and her beautifully dressed, warm face smiles.
That glorious red lipstick
Camouflages her deep, seeking blue eyes as she gazes into you and her tender words ignite your thoughts.
Her proud red lipstick
Makes her wicked, sharp laughter carry her irony and her innocent mind screams out curiosity
All the while her dark red lipstick is yelling at the world- see me!
There’s red lipstick.
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