When you meet a fella, new, and that guy seems the best to
you—
In your hunt,
You plan your kiss ‘tween you and he, considered by society—
Important.
Imagining where it will be, in thickest grove, or lone
prairie—
Amazing.
When first your dewy lips will lock, and your frame tremble
with the shock—
Heart’s blazing.
But though you plan beyond all doubt, sometimes it simply
won’t work out—
It happens.
Just when you expect it least, you stumble onto your ‘love
feast’—
Caught nappin’.
And thus we come to my own tale, of kisses planned and what
prevailed—
I’ll tell you.
That what you plan won’t always be, sometimes it’s
different, you’ll agree—
A boo-boo.
Our first kiss would be someplace nice, in fragrant fields
or paradise—
‘Twas my plan.
Instead it was in feedlot there, with shoes in poop and bugs
in hair—
Kissed my man.
The moonlight wasn’t o’er us shed, we’d mercury-vapour light
instead—
It caught us.
I looked into his hazel eyes, it probably is no surprise,
They got us.
But still he stayed and our love grew, we’ve grown from us
to thirty-two—
So listen . . .
And though a plan is what you’ve got, please know it really
matters not—
Just kiss him!
P.S. Husby's birthday is July 11th. Coincidence? I think not!
Each month we have a topic new, from Karen to us, then to you,
Employ it!
And now go read what others wrote, each I'll happily promote,
Enjoy it!
Karen of Baking In A Tornado: Just
One Kiss
Dawn of Cognitive Script: Finding
Her Prince
