Novel & Cerita Lipstick Stain Is A Work Of Art Lyrics

“You pervert. Can’t you at least pretend?” “I don’t do that human hypocrisy” “Its… Manners… Proper manners. I guess the people of the caves weren’t nice enough to teach you all these” “They did. I never listened though” I smacked him hard on the head and adjusted my posture so he wouldn’t keep ogling my chest. I admired my artwork on his face, praising myself for choosing the right color for his lips. Brown colour. It was the only color that could perfectly hide and blend in his purple lips.

Her cherry-red lipstick gleamed under the office light as she stared at her phone, tapping away like she wasn’t trespassing in his space. Liam paused in the doorway, dripping water onto the floor. His first instinct was to tell her to leave, but then he noticed the lipstick. The shade of red that demanded attention. And, despite his self-restraint, it worked. He was turned on. Stacey’s head raised when she felt his eyes on her. She dropped her phone onto his desk and adjusted herself in the chair. “You took long enough,” she complained, her accent sharp but slurred with impatience. “Busy saving lives while letting me rot over here?”

It would be the one I would ruin as my final act in her room. I walked into her ensuite bathroom with the red lipstick I wrote in capital letters: HE’S MINE. ALWAYS HAS BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE. XAVIER WILL NEVER BE YOURS. Then I tossed the lipstick tube in the trash. There wasn’t much left to it after my message, anyway.

The heavy droplets clung to the stiff peaks before slowly sliding off, leaving my skin sticky and glistening. Then he knelt between my spread legs. My breath caught as his broad shoulders pushed my thighs even wider. He dipped his fingers into the mixed paints, coating them in a slippery blend of crimson and gold. “Time to study the most important part,” he said darkly. “Hold that pose, little muse. Don’t you dare close your legs.”

With a scoff, I face the bottle display in front of me and I take a sip of my standard whiskey "Try it" she says handing me the glass. Her lipstick stain is where I'm supposed to drink. I should probably twist the glass a bit but I don't. I place my lips over her print and take a sip of the mix and I taste the hint of her strawberry lipstick with it. "Not bad but it's not good either," I say and she chuckles taking the glass from me

Seven years later My fingers ghost over the tubes and I settle on the darkest one. Picking it up, I swipe it over my lips then smack them together to spread the color evenly. Whoever invented red lipstick deserves all the money in this world. It's my favorite. Always has been but when someone said it made me look like my lips were stained with blood, I loved it even more. Throwing it back on the counter of the vanity table, I run my hands over my body. The black figure-hugging dress I'm wearing highlights my curves. It ends right under my ass and paired with the red stilettos makes my legs look longer.

I look like someone that just got ravaged! 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝑊ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 . Ignoring that voice, I wipe my lipstick stained mouth with a wipe Yes. There's a wipe in here. Even tampons.

He didn't even raise his voice to sound harsh, “Shut up, Janice.” Miss Lia shot Janice a warning look before turning back to me. “Lyric?” I swallowed hard and stood. The walk to the front felt like trudging through wet cement. I set my painting on the easel, my heart hammering. The colors looked angrier than they had before—jagged reds slashed through deep purples, chaos barely contained on the canvas. It was a painting of a storm, a hurricane, and a tsunami all in one. Perfectly merged together to form the perfect chaos.

Tracy compliments. "Thanks Trace." "Try this lipstick. I swear it will look good on you." Tracy hands to me a dark red lipstick which she's also wearing. "I doubt that." I say. "Come on, we're going clubbing so put some lipstick on to brighten your dull face." I grabbed it from her hand and stared at myself in front of the mirror. I started putting it then pressed my lips together. Tracy smiles at me, "See? You look ready." I chuckled.

Written in the same red lipstick as the message on my mirror. “One more step and you lose everything.”