I am the lipstick of a thousand possibilities, twinkling in your
handbag. I am the red of hot cheeks, Burns’ Rose, the skies at night and all of
the most incredible reds in the world. So come on girl let me paint your lips
red, as red as those feelings that flame inside and let’s turn those pretty pink lips
into barbarous lovers. I’m dreaming big, of Romeo and Juliet (who else!) and
kisses on Moon River and all the wonderful clichés that my red would be perfect
for, drinking it all down with red wine and red L.O.V.E. words. Trust me, my
red is the red of happy endings, of love at first sights, of the most extraordinary
and incredible breath taking moments. So why am I here rattling around in the bottom
of your handbag, just me and the loose change, come on…give me the good stuff.
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