I love to wear red lipstick a lot, even in the daytime.
Out shopping yesterday I saw a young woman in the store who had the most utterly amazing, full and sensual lips. And those delectable lips were incarnadine coated with delicious looking ruby-red lipstick of the sort one doesn’t see on a lot of young women. It left her mouth looking luscious and highly inviting.
And, excuse me for this, but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss such an amazing mouth that should be the subject of a painting and a poem. Possibly even a novel. Awfully wonderful, I suspect.
I thought for about a millionth of a second what might happen if I told her I’d really like to kiss her just to see what it might feel like. And then I thought for a much longer time what it would feel like to be hauled away in a squad car, and to subsequently have to deal with a third time around divorce since I suspect that my wife, as tolerant as she is, might not understand such a compulsion. Explaining that it was only for scientific intent would likely fall on deaf ears.
Whatever her reasons for being lipsticked – and I suspect she knows how amazing her mouth is – I commend her for embracing a custom about which Audrey Hepburn once expressed words to the effect that she felt undressed if she went out sans lipstick. Furthermore, I have read my Desmond Morris and know the reasons for women wishing to make their lips look radiant and inviting and shall belabor that point no longer.
But, I grew up in the era of lipstick where labial bedaubing was a rite-of-passage for girls as young as 12 and I always liked it. Loved wearing a white shirt on a date (yes, we did that then) and coming home with lipstick on a collar I’d determine to never wash. Not quite as overt as a hickey or actually ‘getting lucky’, but a fine memento nevertheless. Aside from the appearance-enhancing facets of lipstick, I also liked kissing a girl with lipstick on and tasting it and smearing it and all that stuff.
For a number of years lipstick went out of vogue when females opted for a ‘natural’ look. Damn hippies. Braless was OK, but lipstickless was not as OK. And now it’s back in a more limited realm than it once occupied, but the ruby-lipped young lady in the store proves it still has a place in the world.