“Poppysmic” She uttered the word, With a smile on the corner of her lips. They were sitting on a stone bench In the green shade of a huge chestnut tree, Leaning against each other. His fingers were playing with her brown hair, While his rapid heart was fancying a kiss. “What? ” He replied, Lifting an eyebrow out of curiosity For that unknown word. She began, “This is the sound of…” But his heart was not patient enough To hear more, and instantly His supple lips touched those soft lips of hers. Pa – *** – smik The sound occurred. She winked and he giggled in joy As the mystery of poppysmic was unlocked.
Poppysmic is the sound, produced only when lips are kissed.