French Kiss - Poem by Khairul Ahsan
Many young lovers say,
Their first kiss went amiss,
Amid frenzied disarray.
Remember our one?
Neither deliberate nor abrupt,
And not just only for fun.
When words of mouth ran out
And love overflowed from eyes,
That moment just came about.
The embrace was emphatic
Lips got automatically locked,
The moment was so ecstatic!
We didn't know what a French Kiss was,
Yet we did just that without knowing,
Time stood still, as the smooching went abuzz.
Our tongues needed to be cased in a sheath,
Trying to get entwined, relentlessly,
Till we imprisoned them between our teeth.
It was then we opened our eyes,
Looked at each other, as if in a trance
Started all over again, with frenzied cries.
If this is what a French Kiss is,
We wish to be eternally French,
And thank the French for this.
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