Parchment

Daring to wear red lipstick and leave sultry marks. Grace black pumps to walk on the edge of this intoxicating utopia. Hey, I might even go blonde. My stiff limbs will hope over fences to savor everlasting magic. Line my eyes in thick black kohl to become a mystery. At midnight, I shall frolic in the forbidden forest, leaving enchanting kisses. No longer will I be the tense parchment, I’ll be the free spirit. Loose with wind in my hair. Bogart will melt in my lusty scent.