Her...

Her makeup is her armour she wears it with pride. But why does she wear it, is it to hide? Or is it to change her appearance, a cunning disguise? Or is it for herself and her confidence, or just for the guys? In front of the mirror, is where she resides. Bright red or bold purple? She cannot decide. With a decision made, her lipstick and liner is lightly applied. She makes a mistake, she tuts and she sighs. I call for her from downstairs, she does not reply. I knock on the door to enter, but access denied. The sight of her hair and make-up, she looks like a bride. I sit and watch her in awe, and drool at her grace. She looks in the mirror and notices my gaze. She asks "what are you looking at?", I said, "your beautiful face". Her eyes lit up like the shimmer in a diamond, or the stars up in space. Although she can sometimes be stressful, because her mind is a maze... There is no other place I would rather be, than at home with my babes.

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