to be better than
the last one.
It’s
pretty simple.
A lover’s
kissshould only improve
with each attempt.
The
early days
of
awkward kissing,of not knowing how,
are a faint memory.
If I’m
remembered
for
anything, it’s thatpeople thought of me
as a great kisser.
It
should be on my
tombstone.
Writer,
Poet,Great Kisser.
Dead.
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