Romans & histoires Your Lipstick Stain Is A Work Of Art Lyrics

You have to. I grabbed my makeup brush, dusting powder across my face as I stared at my own reflection. My eyes looked too wide, my lips too tight. I needed to calm down. But how could I? This wasn’t just some party—I was setting a trap. A dangerous one. I reached for my lipstick, twisting it up with shaky fingers. Cherry Red. Bold. Attention-grabbing. The kind of color that made men stop and stare. I glided it over my lips, pressing them together, watching how the color deepened.

Delilah’s Point of View The brush slips in my hand, dragging a crimson streak of lipstick too far past my lip. “Damn it,” I hiss, tossing it onto the vanity table with more force than necessary. The sound echoes in the room, sharp and accusing, like even the walls know I am unraveling.

The question wasn't really a question at all, it was a statement of fact. Lexi blinked and shook her head, letting out a dramatic sigh that was clearly for show. "Of course not. Who am I to stand in the way of true, chaotic lust?" She waved a hand dismissively, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Just that I don't exactly appreciate you kissing off the lipstick I spent fifteen minutes perfecting." She pointed an accusatory finger at Jaxx. "That poor thing didn't even last thirty minutes on her face, Jaxx. You're a menace to my artistry."

"You had your dessert. It's time I had mine." I panted as he pulled away. He rubs a thumb over my lips, and I'm sure as hell he has already ruined my lipstick, as he looks very satisfied with his art. He leaned down to lick the very last of dessert which was on my lips earlier. I swear it's the hottest thing I've witnessed.

Daniel was a man of logic. But as I stood there, the sunlight warming my skin, I realized I could still smell it. It wasn’t in the air anymore, but it was in my mind. A tiny, oily stain on the memory of our morning. Crushed lilies. I didn’t put the lipstick on. Instead, I turned to my easel and picked up a palette knife. I looked at the beautiful, serene ocean I had been painting—the Amalfi coast, the symbol of our perfect beginning.

I cock one eyebrow, sending him a sexy smirk. He grabs my chin, kissing me deeply, making the makeup artist slap him over the head. "Do not smear her lipstick you scoundrel, it hasn't set yet". I can't help laughing as he pulls away. No it definitely hadn't set, because Luca is now wearing most of my lipstick. "Oh darling, that colour looks amazing on you". The makeup artist hands him a wipe, shaking her head, and quickly re-apply my lipstick, giving Luca a warning look.

❤❤❤❤❤ ♪♪♪♪♪♪“Let out hearts stop and beat as one forever Draw me a smile and save me tonight I am a blank page waiting for you to bring me to life Paint me a heart, let me be your art I am a blank page waiting for life to start itself.”♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ ★★BELLA★★

'Cause with you my heart pops corn out of my system candy-colored lipstick Crystal waves I feel it every time that you are winking legs weak I know the lyrics are weak love is cheap but expensive drums are beating in my stomach and popcorns came from my heart cause why are you the only one that I like? I guess staying here is worth it after all.

I pulled back breathless and reached up to cup her face, stroking her heated face until her eyes blinked open, navy with lust “We’re gonna be late baby” I breathed out, already missing the feeling of her lips on mine She smiled and cupped my face too, her thumb brushing over my lips slowly “You’re wearing my lipstick” I nipped at her thumb “Is it my colour?” She beamed up at me “Definitely”

Though that had come off wrong that was the truth, I took hours trying to apply this lipstick and now it is perfect, I don't want it to get ruined again. But anyway, I knew I had to say something else so as not to attract his wrath. He was already glaring at me, I could tell that his blood was boiling, he didn't want to hurt me. "I mean I don't want my lipstick to be smudged and we will have to waste a lot of time again, we are already late and your Grandmother will not be happy with us" "We can just tell her we were making love, she is the one who is rooting for a grandchild"