By B.K.
Date: 2009 Jan 06
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Pass the Lip Balm Please

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