A Kiss is just a kiss……

Duck you Canard!
The kisses are seeking you
Now they have gained their freedom
they are on your case
Open that front door
and before you know it
Bliss

They will start off cleverly,
not wanting to scare you
Tenderly touching your lips
Not intruding
Encouraging a response
They feel like the breeze
on your bare skin
What’s this?
Lips have joined together
making them whole,
Alive

The touching has become an embrace
desperate... seeking... each other...
like drowning beings
What happened to the light breeze?
It's become a glowering gale,
hot, strong…
Succulent

So, you kisses,
you've unleashed passion
Are you taking responsibility
for the consequences?
Maybe a friend
will help to cool things down

A visitor has come to join the party
Uninvited of course
But that's what tongues are like
Not subtle like kisses
More like rowdy drunks
determined to have fun
And like drunks they're
oblivious to everything
Except that intoxicating sensation.
Who can blame them?

Only the wagging tongues,
poor things.