she throws the red lipstick all over her plump lips. uses a tissue and her finger for assistance. slams the lipstick back into her pouch.
for the night she is red lipstick.
red. bold. fierce. screams with passion. "hey, let's get out of here" or "enter at your own risk."
red. full of rage. red. filled with lust. red. valentines day mushy gushy stuff. red. hardcore blood spilled. red. cherry lollipops. or maybe it's the color of her nail polish.
it's her red lipstick. that's your reminder of her. that's your taste of her. that's your remembrance of her. you feel that warm and hard embrace of her. her red stained lips pushed against yours for 6.5 long seconds, then she shoves you back into the crowd and you never see her again.
red lipstick, to bring out her fluorescent skin and captivating bright eyes. her outfit was short and eye catching and had volume. the red lipstick was the main attraction though. it was what lured you into her.
red lipstick.
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