It's my favorite shade of purple, and I just know it's going to make me the hottest girl at the party. Lips become a magnet for your gaze. The air is charged with electricity as I close the distance, and then—magic. The lipstick marks I leave are not just signs of affection; they are symbols of the power my kiss holds over you

It's my favorite shade of purple, and I just know it's going to make me the hottest girl at the party. Lips become a magnet for your gaze. The air is charged with electricity as I close the distance, and then—magic. The lipstick marks I leave are not just signs of affection; they are symbols of the power my kiss holds over you