The Irish For It!

Asks if I am looking up her skirt. Then asks why not. “I see...! ” I say “Want to see some more? ” She smilingly entices. “Oh, I do...I do! ” I blurt out as if I were marrying it. She displays herself in all her lovely lusciousness as if she were presenting a precious treasure. I gasp. “Gasp! ” “Fine...so...fine! ” I manage to exclaim. “Is that all? ” says she. “No...! ” says I. “Faighin! ” is the Irish for it. “May I now kiss the bride? ” I ask. “You are divine! ” she whispers so softly even I can hardly hear only understanding by reading her lips.