Lipstick
By Catherine D'Oreal
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Wearing lipstick is something I seem to do for the benefit of others. Unless I look into a mirror (which, vain as I am, is something I only do occasionally) I cannot see my lips. But this appearance of it being for others is an illusion - I wear it for myself.
Perhaps that's why I so treasure the feel of lipstick on my lips, and its slight taste.
A part of the pleasure of redoing my lips in public is that it means closely contemplating my lips in a mirror. Nor is this a small part of the pleasure. I enjoy looking back at what lipstick does for my lips, I enjoy lipstick period...
...I sashay into the room wrapped in a scarlet sheath. My nails are the same scarlet colour... And my lips? What would my conjuration of feminine allure be without lipstick?
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