146. Postlude to a Kiss


What’s in a kiss?
Nothing but this:
A smacking of lips
At first guarding’s slip,
Heat of the gut,
Clench tight butt,
Tongues intertwined,
Minds all one kind –
For that moment only
You’ll never feel lonely;
But, once it has passed,
Farewell, thou sweet ass.

Your partner in kiss
Only wanted short bliss
In corporeal touch,
But nothing so much
As attractions suppose –
The comfort she chose
Only lies in that second
Though you had reckoned
Stronger affections
When her corrections
Point out that a kiss
Is seldom remiss
Since it did all it could
And made you feel good.

But afterwards, friend,
You wonder your end
Was wrong in the hope
To scale her love’s slope?
A faraway goal,
A kiss the light toll,
To reach her devotion –
But flighty emotion
Soars over your plain
Since it’s just a pain
To walk and observe
When she can conserve
By plucking up fruit
And leaving you mute
As she returns to her airs
And shits on your prayers –
Thus is the class
Of that flighty ass.

I mourn a missed chance,
So stay firm in the stance
That they just want pleasure
Without further measure
And you’ll save wasted time
By remaining in prime
So those emotions stay firm
‘Til they grow past this term…
But even my might
Complains of this plight:
“Oh, how I wish
For just one more kiss!”


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