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Love and Kisses

Love and Kisses
I don't know why
When we say love,
The mind goes straight
To sex and lust,
Have we all forgotten?
Moms, pops, siblings
Kids and puppy love,
Which has no tinge of lust?
I suppose all minds have only rust

The same goes for kisses too,
The moment we say kiss
You all think of a frenchy one,
Why has a cheeks kiss
Nose kiss
Sweet pecks here and there,
All have been forgotten
Minds have gone rotten
All think of the upper lips,
Yours
Meeting lower,
Hers
God damn it haven't
You all got out of your mind
You only think of how to grind.

Love and kisses show
Like caresses do
Simply sweethearts’
Gals and guys,
Boys and girls,
Pals too
Not necessarily the way
You think we’d do.

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I like this write very much,because it is partly true, but in the write you generalize and throw everyone into the same boiling pot of sexual interest. so this is where I disagree. there are many who still see a friendly kiss as just that, but in reality I can only speak for myself. we can not assume that everyone feels that way or the other. to write like this it is about you. you can not possibily know what others are thinking. they have to see it for themselves. this is only my opinion and just like your it is my view. i do like this write because it's how you feel about the kiss, and for me that's the most important thing.
Always Eddie

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS
IT'S ABOUT LEARNING HOW TO DANCE IN THE RAIN.
VIVIAN GREENE

If I expected every kiss to culminate with sex I'd be a very disappointed guy lol. But I do understand the intent here and enjoyed the read. Which brings to mind a saying I heard or read somewhere " A young girl's kiss leaves much to be desired......namely the rest of her " lol..........................scribbler

rush through life
everything is sell
everything is buy
where the quiet times once
bestowed a favouritism
to slow
the build of
crescendo

I like this poem
that it speaks
about a slow
need for
intimacy

THEN COME FOR SOME MORE
AND THEN ONLY I SHALL RETURN
FOR SURE
TILL THEN HOLD YOUR BREATH
TILL I GET MINE ...
OH HELL I'M LATE
THE DOCTORS AT THE GATE
I'M IN LABOUR AGAIN
OF COURSE
NOT I
I'M ONLY
VISUALISING HER
IN PAIN

loved

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Interesting write....

raj (sublime_ocean)

PLEASE NOW DOOOO

NOW
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loved

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