For hundreds of years one of the most essential feature of a woman is her lips
A set of soft, rose colored, heaven touched that could make the most beautiful sound a man could ever hear Her voice may tremble between her throat but once a sound comes out of her mouth, It's a beautiful melody, one no one can compare to anything man made, earth made and hand made and everything made A woman is always honest, some of them choose to be a little less honest while others try to keep their mouth shut just so they don't pick up the 'wrong' kind of men again and get their heart broken, From moans to a do-re mi-fa-so.. and on and on, and on and on Silent rhythms and loud sound, so celestial She gets up in the morning and her day is not complete to start without her lipstick. Beautiful bright red colored paint on her lip, like a disguise to hide all of the lies she told herself last night. A disguise, hidden..Some nights she comes home and she's lonely. Her face might be glowing and her make up might have been smudged on her face because of the hard day she had, but her lips.. Always perfect, always pure.. always honest. She might not always have the right words or the sound you want to hear, but behind her lipstick is more than a woman you won't ever get to really know
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