My vintage red lipstick

Poetry clip

 

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The night whisper..on a sweer memorie's box...

...Something magical...

Like a gold dust...

...aroud the room...

Roses and champagne over an old table...

...time for a fairytaile...

Like a cinderella...

Who waits for her godmother...

It's midnight...

Silver drops...dancing on the window...

Candlights have a dazzling yellow colour...

An erotic tango sensationally wrapped...

My heart door is knocking...

Your eyes embraced love...

I shape a passionate  kiss...on your lips...

with my vintage red lipstick...

"From the poetry collection"Like an old love's diary"

Anais Zolie