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By B.K. Date: 2009 Jan 06 Comment on this Work [[2009.01.06.21.11.17009]] |
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When they say A kiss is just a kiss They know not... how hot That sweet all natural kiss is Starting as a soft crescendo of lips In a techno textured tongue of bliss That winds around your solar plexus Crawls up your spine taking possession Of the velvet cortex of your mind In a design that rocks your ears in tones That bliss of kisses that make you moan With a silken sigh you never want to end Oh perhaps in a weekend or two Or when your face starts turning blue Or your smile is stuck on eternal cheese You can somehow hear your own plead Darlin kiss me once again indeed Then please pass your mint stick of Bert’s Bees ©bk2009 |