It describes a curve that’s incredibly tight, But stick it in an outlet and a fire you’ll ignite!

Blessed in silver, clear and bright, I show yourself in borrowed light. I speak no words, yet tell no lie, I move when you move, eye to eye.

I can be described as a butt and sometimes have a bunghole. I’m adorned with hoops and have two heads. With age I share with angels.

I sit on your head but I’m not your hair, I travel with you almost everywhere. I block the sun and brave the cold, Stylish, silly, or classy and old. What am I?

I might me made of rubber, I might be made of goo, I might be made of skin and bones and organs, just like you. Close it up, lock it tight, make sure none can get in. We’ll be back soon, I can not miss, Kiss from a Rose again!