Don'T Kiss and Tell

Stan's plan might be to kiss and tell To raunchy stories find and sell, She not the type, who judged things well, When lips failed a secret its cell... And she's got to protect her shell: Not the end if privacy spell, Lust not listen to its hit bell, Rid of her Passion's thick smell. "How sweet is a comforting hell? I wont again in East-Street dwell. An ignited love burst and fell. Spice had seen Stan begin to swell In his hands for drumming a snell; And what's that, if not death knell? Should'nt they die who'd kissed and told, The subject matter; Spice too cold?