Why, Why, O Why
Why, why, Oh! why
why take it for granted
it's just a kiss
a mirage of moms own
a mirage of moms
very own
when we kiss
why do we take it for granted
it's alone with some lovely miss
(Ah what a Bliss)
haven't we all kissed
our moms and kith and kin
kiss in another sense
is this
yet it has to remain private
with a special
miss
who also loves
to you quietly
feverishly kiss
love kisses like yours
kisses like yours hi
kisses like yours hi
thanks
Kisses like yours
we are all best kisseseurs
yeah yeahbest kisseseurs
Kisses like yours
kisses like yours
with such a flaming desire
within any gal
you will ignite a fire
like dynamite
but take care
kisses and mostly
Frenchies….
tell the liquids are now flowing
everywhere silently
in more secret zones
none else can know
except the two
who do
Ooooo Kissssss
Kiss is the key to the lock
all human beings finally seek
then kisses fade away
as the locks
just later open up to
by the passers ways
you have so experienced too
kisses are initially
to newer lovers woo
ere they finally do
what kisses are expected to
It's just a kiss! ! ! ! ! ☺😍🤗 Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah a nice fantastic fun kissy kissy poem. Kisses are good and a treat yeahh. Thumbs up poet. Great you can write on kisses at age 79 u said?
any doubts come over and see kiss me- kiss me it's for free as no one now kisses me most curse me