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Lipstick Stain

There’s a stain on my lips and I want to share it with you. You always said you love wine, which do you prefer: Red or White? Well you’re getting Red tonight. Come over here and let me sing to you, let my lips brush against your ear, let my lips seduce you. I want to feel your heart beat faster. I’ll let you feel mine. Come over here and kiss me. Taste these lips of wine. Slowly, gently feel the space between us disappear. Let’s create a space of our own, our palace, our playground our home. Come over here and touch my lipstick stain. Let your fingers explore, feeling, shaking trembling on my skin. I kiss them one by one. How’s that taste? Let’s do it all over again.
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nicole-lourette
American
Published
Sep 18, 2010
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