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Little Azaleah Jul 2015
You make my red lipstick smudged from all your kisses...

{E.I}
Part 1
AM Jul 2015
Those tattoos of his
are the visual storyteller
every ink he painted
is a beautiful work of art
same thing happen
when he makes a mess
of my red lipstick
AM Jun 2015
The tip of your lips curled up
Everytime you form a smile
And I'd love to lean on
My blushing cheek
Or smudge my lipstick
I'm wearing tonight
On to them
Deana Luna Apr 2015
lipstick gripped in my pocket like a razor blade
i wear heavy layers to keep you away
so that even if we kiss you will not smudge away enough to feel me bare.
from the grand archive of sadness of winter
baz Mar 2015
he never let her wear lipstick
in fear that her kiss
would leave evidence
of their love
Shawn Callahan Mar 2015
I paint my pink plum flesh
With a smooth eggplant color.
you loved the way it brought out my eyes.
Today I use it...to ****** your way home.
You never come; just leaving me with stained lips.
I'll pucker up to coffee cups and mirrors.
Leaving you everywhere I **kiss.
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Kataleya Feb 2015
Today,
I swallowed down
my newest shade of lipstick,
in hopes
of bringing some colour
back to my soul again.
Life just seems so gloomy nowadays.
Ady Feb 2015
I took a blade home and tried it on
my skin as you would to a nice new
shade of lipstick.
It suited my skin and was long lasting.
I'm addicted; so much that I reapply it
every day.
Finally I've found, the perfect shade to
compliment my skin tone.
Dance With Me Jan 2015
I remember it all as The 1975 played
Eyes dancing in the smoke of your wilted cigarette
Tangled in the bed comforter
Our lips pressed together
Carving novels from the sweep of your eyelashes
Your hand on my leg sending lightning through my bloodstream
Kneading contained desire into new shapes
Though room was frigid  
I could feel my cheeks getting crimson and heated
As we pressed closer
Skin to skin
Whispering unspoken truths through laced fingers
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Time waving goodbye as the sun slowly rose
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