Kissin'
Hard to remember my first kiss,
seems I’ve always been kissin’ and kissin’.
I’d pucker up and kiss Mother.
Dad would hug me and he’d get another.
Those petals got a whole lota use,
on baby sis’s toes, I’ll give no excuse.
Gram’s would kiss and kiss me again.
At five I had my first kissin boyfriend!
Teenage brought a kiss on my neck,
a bit of tongue teasing, but what the heck.
College broadened my repertoire
till I met the one I’d been practicin’ for..
Now, on to that momentous kiss
on our wedding day, well it was pure bliss.
A few years pass, I had my boy,
and needless to say, I kissed him with joy.
Lips, soft, plump and pink, I just love to kiss
I’ve always been a right kissable miss.
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