Life in a Kiss.

 

Sugar-sweet kisses on a bald baby’s crown,

all-comers love you raising dull frowns,

cheek peck kiss... hello my mum,

spit out that dodo, cuddles from gran,

a lift to school in dad’s meat van.

Ta-ra son... his coat smells of lamb,

won’t be a butcher, an also ran.

Bike shed babes’ promises

two-timed in two- tone

a huge let down.

Lend an ear to Marvin’s Grapevine

the Motown Man’s soul is sound.

Forget the clan of the miniskirt

badge kiss, a red fan’s

United club shirt...

a neat swerve

a fullback is floored

a cool Cantona goal is scored.

Ice maidens withdraw to a three year degree,

farewell kiss Uni in a glowing July,

graduate mortar boards celebratory fly.

Corporate ladder lick-ass the bosses at work,

keep your head down, enjoy the perks.

Bow, kiss the hand of a dowager, grand,

at a contract meeting on the Strand.

In the money but still no chick

Tried speed dating but felt like a dick.

Place your lonely heart in a music mag ad

to find someone else who’s also quite sad.

Soon those dreamboat kisses land

on the girl who loves to hold your hand....

her desirable Valentine beau,

Cha-cha’d, rumba’d, to and fro.

Bewitched...

Tongue kiss her back,

waist tight squeeze,

tremble her knees.

Hot flame her lips, torso and hips,

best wishers kiss the bashful bride.

Two bonny boys, born to complete the nest,

treat her to a city break in Budapest.

Flavour lick fingertips to exalt the taste

of new mum’s home-made, masala curry paste.

Nose kiss the National winning nag,

lucre smooch the fifty to one wad of notes

treat the clan to brand new coats.

No gear for you, you’re on the way out

the surgeon was Kurt a specialist Kraut.

Pious priest hears your exposition

all those sins from a man on a mission

from shafting a mate, leaving him hissing

to narcissistically ogling and kissing

the man in the mirror.

Divinely kiss the holy cross

clutch the good book,

he blesses you, you’re off the hook.

Plant a smacker on your queen,

nuzzle your nippers

as you sink in a coma

from a rampant, vicious melanoma...

All that lies ahead

is a chilled departing lipsticked kiss

on a pasty, wrinkled, dead forehead.