Treasure Island

Audrey Marie Kay

(March 12,1993)

Red Lips With a Hint of Confidence

You have to be confident
Walk in a room with your chin up
You are the leader of every step
They will stare at you
Captivated by your Walk
And those juicy red lips you wear
Its because of the air around
The way your hair moves
You Control their eyes
Ruby red lips and sexy hips
You have the confidence
To move a man with one look
A flick of the wrist if you will
A task you undertake with ease
Your smile takes over them
With that delicious red lipstick
You tangle up all their thoughts
all because you are confident
Ruby Red Lips
Sexy little Hips
and a Stare that can control a man
A Stare of Confidence

Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Edited: Tuesday, February 02, 2010

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