Red Lipstick Version 2 Poem by Paula Glynn

Red lipstick gliding on,
Like stiletto heels over feet.
Colour plumps up the mouth,
Its luscious glamour,
Addictive; like any street drug.

But no drug addict,
Can pull off the perfect style,
Of a red lipstick wearer,
No cyber babe,
Without her red lipstick.

Red lipstick = sex and glamour,
Drugs and guns,
The harsh part,
Of the red lipstick world.

But many are brave,
And refuse to be a slave,
At the hands of a stereotype,
Red lipstick not just for a dyke.

Red lipstick is addictive,
Like candy,
And late at night,
Red lipstick is randy,
The clock ticking away,
The night hours for adult play.

Women and men love glamour,
The nightlife for red lipstick,
Fabulous, wild and tempting.

And I think all this,
As I apply my red lipstick,
For I am a tart of the heart.