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KISS ME, PLEASE!

Woo-hoo...! Kisss you...u...u...u...!
Oh, I'm being frenzical!
My slavering, quivering lips pout out,
With booms of kisses in the air:
Ummah...! Ummah...! Ummah...!

Just yesterday an okay got my promise.
Today, the chance no way to miss.
And ready is my basket with pecks,
Lip-locks, French kisses, and other varieties...
I'm also ready for the lizard kiss,
And the kiss of the Spider man...
And I'm sure I won't beg like
Buchchan: "Juma, chumma de de...",
This is my right to kiss I earn'd this week.
I shall kiss like one Dhoom 2's Hritthik-Aash's,
Although I envy Emraan's thriller kiss...

I'm ready with my balmy lips,
Strawberry flavour'd, 
To be the biggest smoocher 
Of 'do hazaar chabiss'...
And I have hidden the cracks 
On my wintry lips 
To save from rashes
My valentine's softy cheeks...

Well with flush'd up teeth,
With clean'd up tongue,
And mouth fresheners,
With globs of Wildstone's over
my pull-over,
I'm sure each flow of my saliva 
With millions of pollen inside,
Will fill the future earth 
with lascivious blooms of kisses 
that are mine...
                                 -- N P SAMAL


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