Red Lips - Why My Soul Bleeds Crimson
Is red just for Christmas? Is it the yuletide treat you allow you lips to bathe in from October to New Year and then drawer, dust-bitten till its annual winter concert? No, no ,no. Red is devastating, it should be caressed always on one's damp mouth curves. Take down a man or woman with a scarlet smirk, or brand a napkin with a crimson grease love heart before departing a date, the only commemoration that you were there and you were good. Practice applying it reflection-less on a train, the envy of your grey-lipped counterparts. Or huddled in a cubicle, generously smearing for the big reveal, so you will be free from kissing fellow party-goers, or the vexatious Uncle who insists on mouth-pecking, even though you are 22 and haven't kissed your Mother on the mouth since age 12. Red lips will get you out of a parking fine: slip on aviators and rest your tongue on the upper lip a tad too long to keep your finances in check. Red is passionate, presents thee as a human willing to ...
