by Francis X. Reilly (Corky Pflegmhocker)
(Williamsport, PA, U.S.A.)
When Mildred Tinkleman kisses me
it's like my mouth just got jammed
into a 220 volt electrical outlet!
With each moist kiss my hair stands up
and my jaw goes slack!
My thickly-coated tongue quivers
in anticipation of those kisses from Paradise,
and when the kissing is over,
it shoots out of my mouth like a wet meat rocket
and hangs limply to either side
like a roll of rancid tongue ham.
Copyright Francis X. Reilly 2008
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