You fall <br />heels over head <br /> <br />I kiss <br />your lips <br /> <br /> telling you for the 69th <br /> <br />time <br />in a minute <br /> <br />that I love you <br />love you love you <br /> <br />but seeing as how <br />it is rude <br /> <br />to speak <br />with one’s mouth full <br /> <br />I drift into the bliss <br />of kissing your lips <br /> <br />your lips <br /> <br />your lips <br /> <br />your <br />lips <br /> <br />y o u r <br /> <br />l i p s <br /> <br />l (ip) s <br /> <br />(()) <br /> <br />(('))<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soixante-neuf-for-janice/
