Face It

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What's wrong with that vision?
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Face it,
prudish Lil Miss,
a kiss is just a kiss,
preluding bliss

Is it too daring
what you see?
We won't hide
from society
when our lips collide.
Please, stop caring
about our privacy!

Face it,
you nervous wreck,
just an innocent peck
on lips and neck

Don't take offense
at our good time.
Nothing's wrong
with the grandiloquence
of a battling tongue.
In what sense
is kissing a crime?

Face it
a brace
face on face
such a grace

Is your sight blocked
by false eyelashes?
You'll be fine,
lift your calashes
and cross that red line.
How can you be shocked
by meeting mustaches?

Face it,
yesterday's Sis,
a kiss is just a kiss
not an erring abyss

For heaven's sake,
collect your wits.
What lies below,
these carnal bits,
but you don't know,
they look like tits,
mine, they are, but his are fake.

Face it
prejudice
will let you miss
more than just a kiss

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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoAuthor

Thanks for the love in all the comments.

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago

Brilliant! Loved it so!!!!

Paul4playPaul4playover 3 years ago

Kiss me!

Revelation is ....liberating!

Face it......

Love lives.

AnonymousAnonymousover 3 years ago

Absolutely love.

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