When you refuse my kiss
I feel something’s amiss.
When you deny my peck
I think “What the heck?”
When you dodge my caress
I feel some duress.
When you deny being osculated
I feel emosculated.
Tag Archives: Kisses
Different Kisses
“Every kiss begins with Kay:”
It’s catchy, but untrue.
I know kisses that begin with “Hey,”
With silence, or “I love you.”
Where the sales pitch is excellent
And really makes the cut
Is in the case of all those kisses
That end with “Kay, now what?”
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