Long Nostalgiakiss Poems

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.