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When A Man Hasn't Been Kissed When I haven't been kissed in a long time, I walk behind well-dressed women
on cold, December mornings and shovel the steamy exhalations pluming from their lips
down my throat with both hands, hoping a single molecule will cling to my lungs.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time, I sneak into the ladies room of a fancy restaurant,
dig into the trashcan for a napkin where a woman checked her lipstick,
then go home, light candles, put on Barry White, and press the napkin all over my body.
When I haven't been kissed in a long time, I start thinking leeches are the most romantic
creatures, cause all they want to do is kiss. If only someone invented a kinder, gentler leech,
I'd paint it bright pink and pretend Winona Ryder's lips crawled off her face,
up my thigh, and were sucking on my swollen bicep. When I haven't been kissed
in a long time, I create civil disturbances, then insult the cops who show up,
till one of them grabs me by the collar and hurls me up against the squad car,
so I can remember, at least for a moment, what it's like to be touched.
Jeffrey McDaniel
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:hi:
RL
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