Part 7 - Kisses All The Time Poem by Leslie Alexis

Things were different way back then, for me.
I was the boy who by no means did speak
To girls. I really thought they were aliens:
Maybe a higher class of mammalians,
That chose only the finest of my kind,
And then did bad thing to them, like, kiss them.
I saw that once, she pulled him in the room,
I peeked by way of the cracked door. I saw:
Right off, she tried to bite his head, and then
She licked on him; but he returned with smile?
About this I was lost until last year,
For then I got my kiss. I was alone
With her. Now I get kisses all the time.
To what place do the moments of life go?


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