Wearing lip gloss meant being a wolf in sheep clothing

The eyes of my friends would fill to the brim ready to ruin the floor with red judgment.

Every time their laughter would enter my head the lip gloss would lose a little more shine

But you never cared if I wore it
The lip gloss would graze your ear as it told my secrets
The lip gloss would grow on my face as you made me laugh

You would even wear some of my lip gloss
On your cheeks, and hands, and forehead,
It crawled up your arm and down your neck.

until finally
Both our lips were shining.