Velvet Rebellion
Reflection
Lips that speak of secrets and desires,
A canvas of color, a dance of fires.
The paint drips like honey, sweet and slow,
A sensual invitation, as the moments flow.
The blue streaks whisper tales of midnight skies,
While red and pink hues ignite passionate sighs.
The sheen on the lips, a mirror to the soul,
Reflecting the depths of emotions that make us whole.
In this close-up, we see the beauty and the art,
A celebration of self, a brand new start.
The dripping paint, a symbol of release,
A letting go of inhibitions, a moment to seize.
The lips, a gateway to the heart's desire,
A promise of intimacy, a sensual fire.
That burns bright and true, a beacon in the night,
Guiding us through the darkness, to the light.