Lipstick Warrior

Lipstick warrior she called me as I lined my lips with a sharp red wine
She called me a chingona & I called her divine
I winged my eyeliner as she spoke to me in prose
I kissed her lips gently and my temperature slightly rose

I wore my studded jacket as she wore her fitted dress
She ran her soft hands through my wild hair and started to confess
“Dreams of you is all I have to share with you,
Sleep with me in my heart to cure my blues”

I touched her cheek sweetly with my ruby labios rojos
“Chicanas don’t beg my sweet dear, you’re a not a lobo,
We are lipstick warriors who are creatures of the sun,
We are not made to be dull, we are made to stun.”

Her eyes locked with mine as I continued speak
By the time I finished, her gaze made my knees weak
She bit her lip and invited me inside of her
But I refuse to turn this encounter into just another sexual blur

So I’ll wait a few nights until I know it’s true
I won’t let her or myself feel used
Our sexualities are not a fetish as they’ve been led to be
We don’t have to fuck like they do in the industry

Porque las chicanas son apasionadas
Amando con todo then ending up borrachas
Be careful who you love, honey they could break your spirit
Don’t settle for anyone who won’t treats you less than a warrior princess 

I rest my chin on her shoulder and start to explain
“Love is earned when you stay day by day.
Love yourself first and the rest becomes clearer in time,
But trust me baby, sex is never the answer to life.”

She grabbed my hands on placed them around her sweet face
I’m thrilled to be in the presence of her sweet grace
I could taste an imperial stout on her dark brown lips
My kind of woman, who drinks only the best alcoholic shit.

As her tight red curls press against my wild brown hair
I think of the sweet honey nights she and I could share
An ethereal mix of fine Cabernet Sauvignon and dark chocolate
She reminds me of all the reasons I love her in the first place