Velvet Rebellion

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.