Her Red Shade

Doesn’t matter if you wear it or not,
you’re gorgeous in every way.
Do you need lipstick? No way

But when the red shade of your lipstick
matches your dress,
it creates unmatched grace.

That shade rests like a soft shadow on your lips,
protecting them when the harsh wind tries to kiss.
Gentle, moist petals, charm of your pretty face
in your beauty it adds another grace

A glow words fail to describe
your tender lips, a natural vibe.

I hate anything that comes between;
I love to breathe the aroma of your skin.

When my breath drinks the nectar of your lips,
That shade becomes a barrier between our kiss.

That’s my only complaint about your lipstick.
But when the red shade matches your dress,
it creates unmatched grace.

Sometimes I feel the lipstick is so lucky,
it drinks the dew of your lips, where I long to be.

Most of the time on your lips it stays,
and in me, a soft jealousy it creates.
Sometimes I wish I were that red shade—
Each moment I would kiss your lips, unafraid.
Just thinking of it drives me mad.
On your moist lips, the shade of red
when it matches your dress,
it creates unmatched grace.