To What do I owe the pleasure of this my dear?
Oh dear..you’re bleeding, and I see it’s more than blood I fear
For fear not a bottle of kisses poured on any cut shall do or…..hmmm no.
That actually didn’t help anything so!
…..why not tilt your head back
no, not that?
Guess not….you’d rather kick away my chair, and use my lap
And your lips have fallen upon mine, is this by mistake…or take your……………………. <—and with that you ate my last words of naivety, and intelligence..
rhobin me af my sents and wit- jrunk with fleshh, shap’d lyke kresent moons on sum distent planit in thuh gal X, C. A kiss sumthin that iz so smoll an insiknifikent, has meltid my mynd an left me with potaytose fhor brayns…..magnifisent….
and as soon as you pull away, my sanity crawls back into me, through my ears, and it seems as if the Earth started to spin again, and carbon released from my bloodstream out my mouth has found it’s way….was this right? I sure hope it’s not wrong…because to me, a kiss is not just affection, it is more hydrogen…like bomb.