she's all lipstick glossy pink hues and eyeliner on lids pressed darkly on a slant in the midnight hour. Lips affirming the sweet taste an exhausting abuse of malignant power. she's all hips mesmerizing mystique of an melting goddess oozing liquidity and familiarity feminine wiles and the very definition of what it is to be a beauty, nevertheless. she's all fingertips and Bobbi Brown mixed with the zest of Mac red colors raging mad against the moon shaped crescents of where originality lies and the smack of the lips- she's all stuffed and fluffed nipples high and gracing the Heavenly skies spilling out of Victoria's, entering Fredrick's and amassing on silken sheets unfamiliar in its territory where she's kissed. she's all of this and all of that perfume laced with toxic pheromones reeking of danger zones enter here and exit there to the south of the navel to the barren wastelands of innocence she's all design...