Lipstick Stain Is A Work Of Art Lyrics Novels & Stories

I giggle as I sprint into our home, trying my best to ignore our limo driver. I make my way upstairs to our room and quickly check my reflection in the mirror. I definitely look like I’ve been worked over. My hair is messy and is sticking to my face and neck from a thin sheen of sweat covering my body. My breasts have small bite marks on them, my thighs are still covered in my juices. My face is flushed, and my lips are swollen from Vincenzo’s rough kisses. I make quick work of taming my hair and grab my tube of red lipstick. I pop the cap, staring at the bright red color- a color I have grown to hate and fear. I steel my nerves and grip the applicator tightly. I won’t live in fear of anyone

How I wish Leila would forgive me. “It’s nothing,” I mutter with a small smile, then point at the second lipstick. “Let’s try this one.” Lia sighs but picks it up and carefully applies the shade to my lips. She leans back, eyes bright. “Wow. Gorgeous. That one was made for you.” I press my lips together, staring at the reflection. Yeah. It does suit me. “Lia,” I whisper, lowering my gaze. “Yes?” She leans closer, suddenly serious. “You don’t like it?”

I coax. She takes the lipstick from my hand and pops off the cap. I watch from inches away as she glides the end along her top and then bottom lip. It’s dark red and sexy as hell. She presses her lips together and rubs them against each other in a practiced move I’m sure she’s done a million times. Why this fascinates me so much is beyond me. Fuck, she’s impossible to resist and I stop fighting it.

He swallows hard, his throat working visibly. I reach into my bag, pull out my favourite red lipstick, and uncap it with purposeful slowness. His eyes track every movement. I lean closer, twist the tube up, and drag the colour across my bottom lip in one smooth stroke. Then the top. I press my lips together, smacking them once. “You can look," I murmur, capping the tube again, "but you can't touch." He bites his lower lip so hard, it turns red. Pain flashes across his face in its unadulterated form.

​Golden paint on a cracked foundation, You hold the room like an obligation. Ice-blue eyes looking right through the crowd, Speaking in whispers when the world is too loud. You pull me into the shadow of your name, Then walk away like it's part of the game. Arrogant smile, but your knuckles are torn, A cardboard king wearing a crown of thorns. You tell me I'm seen, but tomorrow we're blind, Leaving the ghost in the wreckage behind.

She swallowed hard rubbing the coral lip stain all over her lips. Her lips were swollen and with stains on they looked pouty and plum. Amara hoped Adrian— Adrian. The butterflies in her stomach died. Amara slowly placed the bottle of lip stain on the table and looked at her reflection. More than anything, she hated herself at that moment. Unable to look at herself, she walked to the window, staring out at the rain-soaked city. What had she done?

But I found him even more handsome in it. I lifted the shirt and examined it, frowning as I noticed a pink stain on the chest area. It was a darker shade of pink, making it stand out against the fabric. I stared at it closely and rubbed it with my finger, realizing it was lipstick. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thoughts starting to form in my mind. No, Maximus wouldn’t do that to me.

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

“You look so perfect standing there In my American apparel underwear And I know now, that I'm so down Your lipstick stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed in an arrowed heart And I know now, that I'm so down (hey!). . .” The unearthly descant — sounding more like a frustrated harangue from a rat that had been starving for months — escaped from Oriana's mouth as she bounced from one couch to another, the daily newspaper folded into a cylindrical shape, resembling a microphone held in her paws as the music — from artistes unknown to Emerald — continued blasting through the speaker, making Emerald's ear throb from the noise.

Drop everything now Meet me in the pouring rain Kiss me on the sidewalk Take away the pain 'Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those green eyes, baby As the lights go down Gimme something that'll haunt me when you're not around 'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile When sparks fly oh baby smile When sparks fly🎶