Sense Sonnet - Steamer

Just a Kiss

Destruction of a work of art -
That's the accusation that's made
Against me, trying to impart
My love for a painting, top grade.
I saw it in the gallery,
Such a spellbinding piece abstract.
I found myself in ecstasy.
Closing in on it, my lips smacked
Against its patterns of bone white.
Suddenly, were sounds of alarm.
Security held me quite tight,
Accusing me of big bucks harm.

The authorities do nitpick
Over just a little lipstick.