CHELSEA’S LETTER

If you are

In love

Then kiss her

French kissing

Tongues

Like lizards

If you really

Want her

Give it some

Give her

That work

You’re diligent

Perform

The task

Until it’s done

A web is spun

With words

I’d really like

To kiss her

Her teeth

Are white 

As doves

Or pearls

Her mouth’s

The flower

I drink from

As if I was

A hummingbird

Her saliva

Is nectar

I flatter her

With kindness

And gestures

I’d like to

Believe

She wants

A kiss

Or is it

Something

I've surmised

And

Conjectured?

Right now

Her lips

Are as cold 

As that

Kitchen

Appliance

But I’ll see

How she is

And I am

When we wait

For a 60-sec

Minute 

Then apply hands

And

Connect lips

Like,

“Baby, let’s Kiss”

We thought

It’d be

Infinite

And endless

But it finished

With such

Quickness

Now she

Envisages

Images

Of bells

Ringing

For a wedding

Gifts

Ribbons

On her dress

Cards that say

‘‘Best wishes!”

She’s

Imagining

The exit

And the

Entrance

To the

Church service

And afterwards

The dinner

At reception

Stop

The thinking

And give it

A rest, hun

Enough

With it!

I just want

A real kiss

Yes, I want

To ‘Phillips’

Like Zara

The grand

Daughter 

Of Elizabeth II

That passion

Do you feel it

All the tension?

So, let’s get

Into the most

Intimate

Of sessions

True

Heartfelt action

No immature

Pretending

And we must

Seal our friskiness

With

A big kiss

At the

Beginning 

Intermission

And the

Ending