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