BABIES AND DOGS, KIDS AND KITTENS (AND ME)
Kissiest Man
You were the kissingest man I ever met
Dogs and babies, kids and kittens
And Me
Nothing was safe from your lips when
The urge to smooch came upon you
You loved to kiss
You loved to hug
You loved to cuddle
And pull me close
You loved to love
You were so open with your affection
Nothing was off limits
My neck
My forehead
My ears (which made me giggle)
My lips
My hands
My wrists
The tip of my nose
Ironically, you gave off such a
Hard and tough guy vibe
That scared most (women) away
Except for Babies and Dogs, Kids and Kittens
And me
Until the urge to kiss and cuddle
Came over you
Then your blue eyes would soften
And crinkle and sparkle
You’d pull me close
And kiss me so tenderly
You were the kissingest man I ever met
- Julie O'Hara
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