Let us introduce you to our tantalizing world of kisses.

Ooh la la, mademoiselle, I am Pierre your French kiss

my tongue is my sword and you are the plum.

My name is Sloppy Kiss and I moisten your ardor

little drips of moisture coating chin and skin.

I am Suction Cup Kiss, I’m like a toilet bowl plunger

I pull you to me with traction and absorb your lips.

You know me as Butterfly Kiss, I flutter with eyelash whisks

and flitter and flicker wings to all hidden places.

Call me Licker Kiss as I touch and tingle you from

forehead right down to your toes, leaving a snail trail.

And I am Inside Man Kiss, no explanation needed, I think.

But I’m the last, waiting in line, don’t you dare ignore me

For I am the Kiss of Death and my passionate smooch

arouses you completely and signals cessation of your life.

                              THE END

The first of course, is Sweet.

A sunshiny smile with the whitest teeth you've ever seen. The kind that needs cuddles and twelve dogs to feel complete. The slow walk in the sunset while the world turns orange and pink.

The second, then is Passion.

The kind that makes you look twice, then blush and look away. The dancer and the queen bee. You melt when you feel her sultry touch.

The third, less known, is Desperate.

Hidden in the darker places, seeking whatever solace he can find. The too-hard hugs, bones crushing together to try to make a complete.