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FRENCH KISSING ON VENUS(A little nonsense )

by olivia-kent

FRENCH KISSING ON VENUS(A little nonsense ) Just coming to life. Was up til three. Playing silly sods. Hopped into my baby son's spaceship. Found myself on Venus. Don't know how I got there. Maybe I was seeking love. Venus has a purpose, in matters of such trivia. In the silly world of love. Met a few Venusian chaps. Funny things they were. Their hands were wandering everywhere. Too many of them you know. Far too many hands that is. One went in for a French kiss. Guys from Venus like to kiss. His tongue was very very long, with it my tonsils tickled. Irksome tongue, it made me choke. Ipso facto,  that mega tongue, made me rather sick. That rampant guy from Venus,  well he ripped of all my clothes. Used them as a hand kerchief, on which he wiped his runny nose. Somehow. Method as yet unknown. Landed outside my front door. What a shock that was. For my poor unfortunate neighbours. Who saw all my naked bits. A weird situation,  created by a kiss.
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