Your day is never complete until you layer me generously on your lips,
You’re addicted to me! I mean, my numbers fill your office bag!
Red, pink, brown, magenta, lilac even!
Sometimes you’re so confused you combine me with another just to make your green eyes pop!
You spend hours in the store, searching for my perfect shade,
Those fierce swatch lines adorning your wrist like a disease by the time you leave,
Sometimes I make you feel like a flirtatious young filly,
Other times I stroke the enchantress hidden inside you,
In the morning I sit, proud and glorious on those supple lips of yours,
By evening I’m a half-eaten mess,
But you love the high, don’t you?
I’m not inanimate to you;
To you I’m almost a dear friend
A pocket-sized , tube shaped friend!