Poem -

A Snog is For Life Not Just for Christmas

snog = British slang for kiss .. Marlboro's = a brand of cigarette .. love = the best thing ever .. Happy Christmas = my...

                                                                                            My word,
                                                                                  how we kissed back
                                                                                               then ..
                                                                                       Until both our
                                                                                            tongues
                                                                                  ached and then they
                                                                                             became
                                                                                  delightfully numbed ..
                                                                                          I also recall
                                                                                 your breath and how
                                                                                           it always
                                                                                 tasted so minty fresh ..
                                                                                             With an
                                                                                 aftertaste I just can’t
                                                                                    put my finger on ..
                                                                                           I used to
                                                                                   smoke Marlboro’s
                                                                                          back then ..
                                                                                  So can’t imagine or
                                                                                             rather,
                                                                               don’t want to imagine
                                                                                         what mine
                                                                                  must have tasted of ..
                                                                                            It must
                                                                                have been love surely ..

 

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Lorna

Hi Neville 
this is so very sweet
Lovely tribute to the person you care about, when you're young or the relationship is, love is a very wonderful but intense and awkward time. Somthing amazing grows out of it with time..
Marlboro always had a very strong aroma....brings back memories of family Christmas parties in the 80s when I was little.
Lorna xx
 

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Neville

Thanks so much Lorna, it has been more than twenty years since I quit .. smoking that is .. loving is a different matter altogether, I hope I never lose the capacity .. Neville xx

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Lorna

Dont worry..love .its a much more difficult thing to shake! :) X
 

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Neville

I understand .. thank you Lorna xx

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Stephanie Davis

Such a sweet innocent piece of work. Very good job. Love the wording!!

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Neville

You are most kind, thank you so much Stephanie .. Neville 

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