The Kiss


The quiet and gentle breeze.
Was quietly and hastily working in the kitchen.

Who did everything mischieveiously.
Was impatiently humming around her.

In a haste she was.
Continiously working without pause.
In a rush, she asked him to give her the salt.

“Could you give me that?”

With a twinkle in his eye
And a plan so naughty on his mind,
He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

Confused and angered,
Her tone in a cold-stoned demeanor.
She asked, “Why did you do that?”

And he in a voice meek,
And a devilish grin from cheek to cheek;
Replied, “You asked for that.

P.s. Happy birthday to both of my parents.


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