I put red lipstick on these lips like a pair of leather pants. Slick, tight, soft, and commanding.

I could be wearing a potato sack and, when these red lips walk into the room, everyone there would bow down and try their best to please Me.

I can tell when I've got someone by their weakness - male or female - and it brings Me joy and a smirk to see them squirm on the inside. It takes superior confidence to wear this red so boldly, and that alone frightens all common people. The way I carry Myself, the conviction that I have the world by the balls, perhaps I Myself am Red Li... Show more