Maroons Reds and Deep Navy Blues
She loves fresh lipstick being opened
The sheer satisfying sound of it being rolled out of
that tube
She lives for that moment
That gentle press of the lipstick on her tiny lips
The creamy finish, the perfect line against her
pale skin
The way it lays on her lips
Mattes and Frosts
They fill out those lips like 10lbs of sugar in a
5lb sack
Reds, Maroons. and Deep Navy Blues
Anything to just steal a glance
To be hers, to be yours
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Holy crap. That line about the sugar is amazing! And the character sketched in this poem very much alive. Brava!
It is good to read a truly female voice…