I empathize with them in the
Ways of Charles de Gaulle
Except unlike him I feel the
Deluge coming after the
First kiss and in the
Next fluid second I
Become a hugging
Russian bear crushing
Her lips against mine and
By the third I taste the
Honey trickling from
Her other kisser and I
Like any Frenchman in
Good standing.
Speak of those other
Cheeky affairs
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