The Kiss (Give It To Me)

Give it to me now, right on the lips
With none of the cheek of just-friends-ships
I can always handle a little tongue
But use it gently, don’t smother the fun
No mega-bites please, just a little nibble
And medium moistness: dry side of dribble
My preferred flavour is minty Macleans
Just don’t even come near wielding nicotine
I’ll close my eyes and you close yours
A need to breathe the only cause to pause
Run your fingers through my hair
Hands down my back as south as you dare
For I’ve checked you out and if it’s not too rash
I’d like you to join me for a bit of a pash.

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