Answer:
I am slim and tall many find me desirable and appealing they touch me and I give a false good feeling once I shine in splendor but only once and then no more for many I am to die for.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken. What am I?
Man walks over, man walks under, in times of war he burns asunder. What is it?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
When I am caught I am thrown away. When I escape you itch all day.
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk