I put on my red lipstick.
Channeling my guru.
Spreading it over my mouth praying you’ll be there.
So I can fantasize about leaving lip prints down the length of your chest.
Do you enjoy what you see as you look in the mirror, my trackmarks down the course of your body?
I’ll use my mouth to create intricate pathways of color on your flesh.
Don’t wash it off.
Stare at it the next day.
Use it to touch yourself.
Remember my tongue stimulating the miniscule hairs on your stomach and working my way down….
Red lipstick.
Every woman’s lethal weapon.


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