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This Kiss

54 This Kiss This kiss is growing less and less platonic. What tasted plain is starting to taste sweet— And, yes, I’ll have another gin and tonic To calm my nervous hands and this demonic Voracity each time we part or meet; This kiss is growing less and less platonic. Our eyes have started flashing supersonic Monitions, lest we be inclined to cheat— And, yes, I’ll have another gin and tonic. I’ll try to countermand my histrionic Urges to go swooning at your feet; This kiss is growing less and less platonic, I wish I felt a little less sardonic Because of age. Still, let’s turn up the heat— And, yes, I’ll have another gin and tonic; Perhaps it will establish a harmonic Convergence to my heart’s unnerving beat. This kiss is growing less and less platonic, And, yes, I’ll have another gin and tonic. ...