When She Kisses Me...I Sure Stay Kissed

Many people have wrote in and asked just what’s in…what exactly is...the essence of...a Janice kiss. And I am at a loss…to explain...just what it is that it...is. “Well..? ” I stutter “...it’s.. it’s...why it’s...this & this & this..” & words fail in their task and fall away into restlessness. It’s not an a noun you see…or an adjective you know…it’s more a verb…a doing thing. If ya know what I mean...no...neither do I! Wordless, for once, I returned back to bed to dream of her kiss…because it’s...it’s kinda like a dream... it’s...it’s...oh bigggles it (a harmless expletive used in place of the more familiar labio dental fricative) anyway! While I slept and slept(moaning in my sleep) as the dream kissed & kissed me) the words(seeing my distress) took pity upon me and took it upon themselves to take themselves in hand and arranged themselves into some sense or semblance of order to describe the un-describable. I was touched. I said: “Words...words...thank you so much! ” It wasn’t up to scratch of course but I didn’t say so...after all they had done their level best and they at least had made a better fist of it than I had done without the use of their human. Here, is what the words spoke: WHEN SHE KISSES ME... ...I SURE STAY KISSED! She, hides her kiss in a whisper like a little breeze hides amongst a tree’s leaves & then coaxing me nearer...ever...nearer she unleashes the kiss letting it leap out delightedly at me in the sudden squall of a smile her lips all surprises my heart blowing on down the road like a happy hat running away from home the hair on its owner’s head jumping crazily up & madly down ? ? ? like question mark? ? ? ! ! ! exclamation mark! ! ! the storm of her (my heart’s desire) coming to rest nestling itself amongst all her lovely laughter. ******* PRICELESS Your lips so...de...lic...i...ous it’s as if I hear a voice speak: ”Ok! What am I bid! ” “Lot No.1 Item - a pair of lips (the genuine article) whisperer of words so loving why they’ll take ya apart in a tick ‘n’ put ya back better than you were before. Yes...sir! Maker of kisses (so hot) they’ll melt ya down to the wick and when they’ve uncreated ya why they’ll re-create ya once more better than ya were before. to be sure (to be sure) ! ” I twitch (bidding’s started at a million) raise a finger almost imperceptibly (it’s rising...rising...all the time) raise an eyebrow in a James Bond/Roger Mooreish kinda way (it’s gone past an amount that I can count) . It’s going up & up (now it stands at way past priceless) . Finally, the auctioneer (Love, for yea it is he) in ringing authoritarian tones brings the gavel down with an almighty thump making my heart jump. “Sold! ” “To the man in the trance levitating off the floor! ” I gladly pay the asking price & pay in love love love.