They say a kiss is a symbol of love but from Me to you? My kisses are a mark of My hatred for you. Knowing this doesn’t stop your need for Me... your addiction only grows... just as My hate for you grows. Funny how that works out, huh? Watching Me plant My black velvet pout against the plexiglass makes you feel soooo good, even though I’m hurting your feelings the whole time! I reapply several times, layering My doll-like lips with deliciously decadent liquid lipstick, puckering and teasing you with My kisses all along. I hate you... you love Me- this is the balance~