I'd Like to Kiss

I’d like to kiss,

The lips of you, my fair miss.

And hand you flowers from my bare wrist

that topped my daily shopping list;

Which include your lips, your lips, and your lips, my fair miss.

Your lips, a journey on ships in midnight mist,

Moist and juicy, like apples crisp,

In spring, and summer, and winter, and fall,

Your lips and mine will meet in all…

Occasions, whether big or small.

I’d like to kiss your red lips,

Tantalizing, yet fatal, like a cobra’s hiss.

Lips that can start wars and sink battleships,

Yet relax hands, enclosed in fist.

My lips, my lips, they can’t resist.

All I think about are your lips,

That force men into fits of flips.

For when we meet, we’ll take trips

To lands of love, where saliva drips.

And we dance and dance, with girding hips.

I’d like to kiss,

The lips of you, my fair miss.