Posted in miscellaneous, original

Lipstick Mark

Like a stamp

It sticks and stays

It lingers in my coffee cup.

My femininity, embeded

A mark of my presence

My existence

My being.

Shades of pink, purple, burgundy, black, nude, and red

Shows my mood.

Each mark left behind,

Is a mark of excellence

Posted in love, original

Lipstick

I don’t like to dress up

I hate to act like such a girl

Yet you

Yes you

Make me want to doll up

 

To wear a little make-up

To walk more feminine

To look more like a lady

 

One thing is sure though

You certainly make me feel more like a girl

Than any lipstick ever could