Dead kisses are like donuts
with there icing missing
not as satisfying
as when it drools down your lips

Dead kisses are soon forgotten
like the wind that brought the storm
Kisses should be like tornado's
made when the weather's warm

And like a damsel in distress
her cloths ripped and torn
A kiss is wild and passionate
as bull grabbed by the horns

Dead kisses make you angry
they make you kick and scream
You say that will be the last time
You'll ever lose your self esteem

Kisses are like the summer rain
they make sing and dance
for the more you want it
the more you take the chance

BB2013