I never wear lipstick, but if I do,
I wouldn’t mind having it messed up by you,
Because I love the feel of your lips against mine.
I don’t own any scarves,
But I would buy some, just in case of a hickey,
Because my neck loves being kissed, and bruised.
I never really liked the colour red, but now I do,
Because it’s the colour of love, passion, and the colour of my blood, When it races and heats up while we make out.
I’ve never been a girly girl, or the one called beautiful,
And I’m still not used to being called anything but sloppy,
But when you say that I’m beautiful, or cute, or you call me babe,
I believe it.”