The Collecters

She told me she was an arctophile. I declined her kind offer to see her teddy bears someday. Her husband (as it turned out) was a copoclephile & not only talked of keyrings all night (she was on my left...he was on my right) but as it happened he happened to have many amazing examples upon his person & “...would I like to see a few...? ” I thought ('No! ') but politely said: 'Yes! ' Aghhhhh! stuck between these two (the soup going cold) I thought only of you & told them I was a pogophile a collector of kisses & that I specialised only in you & that now if they would excuse me I had to go collect you & sample yet another kiss from your lips ...their stares following me to the door.