I'm sending you a kiss for each <br />that came my way and I could reach. <br />That makes a thousand now, with ease <br />but could send a million please? <br />Soon, if you're game, we'll have inflation <br />which calls for one big celebration. <br />To count each kiss we need to hover, <br />in bed, and under cotton cover, <br />there, we would place each with great care <br />onto the skin (it must be bare) , <br />the one who places must keep track <br />of the reaction, front or back. <br />Then, other regions are explored <br />and, once again, the tally scored. <br />A time-consuming task it is <br />and in the end, I'll be your wiz, <br />and you are mine if you desire, <br />by then our loins may be on fire. <br />I am a trifle lazy, sweet <br />however, I will touch your feet <br />and work my way to all your zones, <br />through hills and valleys, funny bones <br />and secret places, dry or wet <br />I praise the moment when we met. <br />I say let's tangle, you and me <br />and squeeze our way to harmony.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tangles-2/
