He sat very still as I applied red lipstick to his soft lips. I wondered if he would laugh but he did not – maybe he was afraid to see himself wearing my color. Perhaps the anticipation made his heart race rather quickly, causing him to be silent.
We both enjoyed the lipstick traces as they made a map around necks and shoulders and lower backs and bellies and elbows and foreheads and backs of knees and tops of feet, back to lips meeting lips after the color had worn off completely.
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