You wear it like a badge of honor,
Although, it stains your clothes.
It's surface; Sleek and inviting.
A joy that seldom shows,
It'self to everyone;Or so it seems.
It invades your visions...
Your innermost dreams.
Yet, still, you'd wear it proudly.
In all it's sensual hues...All the
Enticing appearances to shape....
To mold views.
At once; A passion; A heart-throb.
Then again,not exactly a saint.
To others, So sadly, you are merely
Just paint.