Laughter
Laughter is love.
That private chuckle we have immediately compels us to tap others on the shoulder and invite thwm to obtain the same laugh. We click Share. We laugh just loud enough, knowing curiosity will stir the right others into asking what's so funny.
But laughter is more than a response to humor. We laugh to cope. We laugh keep from crying. We laugh just to hear each other do it. It is contagious. It is an airborne pathogen of the gleefulest kind.
It is no coincidence that our favorite laughs to listen to belong to our favorite people; never would that mean ol' math teacher of yours guffaw in a charismatic way. She may chuckle a bit at your unsuccessful attempt to solve for x, but it is a sad tune in a minor key, a game show trumpet, better luck next time.
Real laughter, though, is a window. When it appears, you can see right through the walls of ulterior motives and melodramas. Of all our verbal instruments of social bonding, it is the hardest to fake.
And, therefore, the easiest to trust.
Shiny.
Lux.
Sweet.
Lip gloss is not just make up
Lip gloss puts the sheen
In any scene
Nude or Gold
Reds so true
Hot pink
Iridescent Glitter
It's definitely Me
Coming through
With a bat of my lash
A pout of my lip
I'm the Disco Queen
I lay it on thick
But it never drips
Lip gloss has me fancy
I apply it at every whim
Lip gloss seals the deal
To every inviting grin