THE KISS

© Paul (AHikingDude@aol.com))





Please wait for the kiss.



She smiled and blew a kiss.
He waved and his wife hissed.
Dear, she wasn’t smiling at you.
He looked at her somewhat askew.

How would you know, wise Sage?
Dear, she isn’t half your age.
When I stop looking and dreaming, I might as well be dead.
That can be arranged, she said.


 

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