A kiss from an angel, is brief.
A kiss from a frog, is dirty,
Kissed by an army of frogs,
Thee is as unclean as sin.
Along awaited kiss, is after matrimony, the bible says.
And is worthy, glory and sterling.
A kiss from a princess from the rich coast,
Is seldom like the blue rose,
And floats with benisons.
Princess together we can fly with-
With our butterfly wings,
Like Romeo and Juliet.
Titanic we are.
Epic lovers we are,
When I put my arms a round your neck,
And open my lips to find your tongue,
I know you! no one can kiss my lips like you do,
When your lips linger around mine, it’s the aroma of your saliva
Leave it all to the French,
The French kiss at the Eiffel tower!
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