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Luxe Lips

Lipstick poetry

By Enchante.BeautePublished about 8 hours ago 1 min read

It’s smooth, smells of roses.

They ask why I enjoy it so much.

I laugh, I don’t understand the question.

I don't understand the doubt.

They don't get it.

They don't grasp this feeling.

Being feminine.

Being cultured.

Being uniquely delicate.

It’s Lancôme. It’s classic. It’s elegant.

I am a beauty connoisseur.

It’s what I rave about.

It’s what makes me proud to be a woman.

The scents, lotions, butters, lipsticks and glosses.

Don’t be mad. Don’t be offended.

You should try your luck.

Find your scent and your taste.

Choose your color.

Colors.

Choose your vibe.

Glide the moisturizing lipbalm across your lips, over and over.

Smile in the camera in front of you.

Look at who you are now.

You're everything you've always wanted to be.

Smile at your love waiting to mess up every stroke you made so carefully.

It’s love after all and it doesn’t need to be perfect.

It just needs to be real and luxurious.

love poems

About the Creator

Enchante.Beaute

Where beauty feels like art.

Find me on substack https://enchantebeaute.substack.com/subscribe?params=%5Bobject%20Object%5D

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