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Kissing a Kia was a nice ride,
A Pelvic glide;
Not a fender-bender no.
I drove a Pontiac at that time;
Then a Mustang.
She once wore horizontal back and white stripes,
We would make out sometime in my car.

Kissing Kia;
So how did that start?
Must have been those copious love letters,
Which I still find when looking for something else;
She penned them while in her high school classes.
Giving her a lift home,
Keeping her border secret
Impressed by my loyalty I guess,
Similarly needing a true friend was I,
She was not a drive-by.

Kissing Kia,
Coming, or better put,
Stopping-by my Counselor office,
Pulling me near in an embrace,
Very sexy she and I couldn’t avoid that face.
Well put-together by the love God Venus,
Body belied her age or another from the assembly line;
It was all I could muster not to think with my penis.

Kissing Kia,
How I wanted to hook-up,
Yet I couldn’t as I was thirty-something
While like the old Sam Cooke Song,
“She Was Only Sixteen…”
Only half of those lyrics applied;
She was one smart cookie,
An intelligent older man drawn
While unsung will sensibly realize.

Kissing Kia was not fake.
Had she bragged to a friend however,
Would have been a Daily News headline cover,
I did not want to make.
Though her tender, well-built body
I yearned to take.

Kissing Kia drove to express her desires,
In no uncertain terms;
More mature than many ladies my own age,
And those guys of her generation;
Her flirtation taught me an important unknown page.
Why so blessed was I with this decision test?

Kissing Kia,
Upon a time of the whip-appeal era,
She is still Babyface alright with me.
A Kia with an Optima Sportage Soul,
French-kissingly Nero Forte,
Mashina I would still love to drive.

Kissing Kia
During period change in my office,
All the way lovingly Kool;
Love you you fool!
Wanted to mount that vernon.

Kissing Kia
As years pass,
Both much older.
Never forgetting those boobs nor that tight ass;
Our Fantasy Island unfulfilled.
Yet so long as we live,
None but us know which embers of
Burning passion lasts.

 

Some Friends think that they can advise me;
Hell, I didn’t even ask their word!
No respect and I am almost sixty!
None have walked on my sidewalk nor in my shoes!
That is why I do not talk back to them.
Then they try to “back-channel” me;
I abhor them. Think I am stupid??
They’ve sabotaged their own plan.
I am at the age to manage my wisdom happily;
I defend my love just for you.

I am angered into writing this post,
By a well-meaning but misguided associate;
An almost-Benedict Arnold in our midst.

These same people bottle-up their suggestions,
Until they have to tell me to “forget” you with questions;
They all know nothing of our strongly built love.
Many we call here “haters” are envious of me,
They seek to deny my dreams apparently.
Why oh why do they while caring not to knowing thee?

All of the commonalities that we built.
I hold onto them strongly.
I saved every email to and from.
I am not the only one
To have ever loved, lost and loved the same woman again.

Yet you would think so,
By the amount of concealed jealousy and lack of help!
I ignore those detractors because of the true love we found.
A simple song is what I sing,
Swaying to the sweet closeness I still bring.
If not for monetary shortcomings,
We would happily be in bed right now!

When will the heavens bless us,
Why can’t we achieve swift togetherness?
I am not sure.
“Kak”, “Почему”? do we achieve the formula?
I know I am trying as my Mum is dying.
Needed to redirect money meant for you,
To push the detractors under their redress!
I try not to digress.

Please continue to believe I am an honorable man
Just hapless a bit more than I ever thought I would be right now;
With so many offers of “thousands” I can earn;
I sadly am from a business dysfunctional clan.
I will punch myself out of this paper bag!
Often I say “I will die trying!”
I write these lonely words as a sad lag.

So I write this because I wanted to talk to you,
Though I promised I would not until I paid my “I.O.U.”
That action is in the works!
Can not help myself wanting to reach to,
The ONE lady to whom all of my praise is due.
I do not rain on other people’s parades;
Why do the try to rain on ours?

Grand Aunt once said,
“You’ll be lucky to have as many real friends
In life as you have fingers on your hand;
And you will probably have fingers left-over!”

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