Lipstick
 

Before a night out on the town (as it were, I would be puttin' on the Ritz), I consult a variety of individuals for their pertinent opinions.

Russ - It is that red, which you place on your lips, which make them full and succulent, that I prefer best. It as though there is a trace of blood on the fatness of your lips, a bit of vulnerability that I can bite, and reveal, and relish within.

Himmler - It is that gold, for which I see so much richness, and so much to exploit. If it shines, then it can be taken, and as your lips can be brushed away with, as can I take you away, and once taken, take once more. Gold is a breadth of possibility, not only to have, but to use.

Fubb - It is that black, to which I see nothing but an emptiness that I could fill with myself. That blackness, so deep and so all consuming, gold and red, they may fill up, but they do not last, black is empty, and it is forever. That eternity is what I seek, and only in the grim sheen can it be found.

By the time my heels clack their cackle on the sidewalk, nearly insidious in their prospects of manipulations for the night, I have made my decision. It suits me well.

Beautiful.

You boys are so totally *not* gay.

Sounds like the beginning of some sort of homo-erotic porno.

Straight boys pretending to be gay as a joke to hide their real feelings in plain sight so no one will suspect they truly do have feelings for each other? :mhh:

Well, I can't say I'm a yaoi fangirl :sick:

Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship

oh no arete, please don't take out your big whip, we're not going anywhere

How did you know about my whip? Are you reading in my inbox again? That's outrageous

wannna read that book.

Go to bed with a hot water bottle and a blanky, darl :)