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I'd never hoped for such as this

The torment had finally ended

After weeks of gazing at such pouting bliss

My sagging patience transcended



You held my hands and bit your lip

I thought I'd popped a vein

You placed my hands, one on each hip

For higher heights attained



You leaned close and puckered up

I tilted to do the same

Though fate could not interrupt

I winced as your lips became...



...a coil of spongy, cold, lifeless

meat, akin to what a dead banana slug

taped to your face would feel like

if one were so inclined to press one's

lips against one.



Now I know, that hardly rhymed

But it was best to describe this

And though it's faded over time

I'll never forget...

  

   ...The World's Most Terrible Kiss