PS — In my WW 2 time travel story I just submitted, everybody wears red, red lipstick. What’s your favorite color?
A LIPSTICK Lover’s Poem
From pink to peach to jungle red
There’s little that hasn’t been said
About our favorite lipstick shade
That promises not to fade
But it’s not lipstick’s glam
Or its kickass hot damn
That seduces us to the lipstick counter
But the promise of a sexy encounter
With the hottie of our dreams
Who’s more than he seems
A man for all seasons
Who has his reasons
When he whispers, “I don’t mean to be rude…
“But I prefer you and your lipstick nude.”
She wore gray.
He wore blue.
But their love defied the boundaries of war.