Today, 26 Dec. 1999, my darling wife informed me that she thinks I mention her name too much on my pages. So, search as you may, you will not find "whats-her-names" name mentioned on this page. No matter, I love her just as much. mitch

THE KISS

Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! Raven black hair glistening in the bright sunlight, Swept back from your beautiful face. Two full, moist, scarlet red lips, Puckered up and begged to be kissed! Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! Your arms entwined themselves around my neck, Your soft young body pressed against mine. Two full, moist, scarlet red lips, Puckered up and begged to be kissed! Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! My two srtong arms did encircle your tiny waist, And I pulled you closer as I stared down. Two full, moist, scarlet red lips, Puckered up and begged to be kissed. Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! Oh, how our hands did search and caress each other, As I lowered my face to your open mouth. Two full, moist, scarlet red  lips, Puckered up and begged to be kissed! Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! You grasped my hands and guided them to secret places, Our breaths became short, heavy, and fast. Two full, moist, scarlet red lips, Puckered up and begged to be kissed! Nancy Bell, my sweet darling Nancy Bell! The door behind us opened, and there stood your Mom. Our heavy passion turned into instant fear. Two full, moist, scarlet red lips, Unpuckered, paled, and no longer begged to be kissed! ~~~finis~~~ by mitch

By Leroy Mitchell, 5 November 1999. For a Wildwood Flower, I knew  and loved in 1950.

What sweet pain young love is. It lingers on, even to the end of time. mitch

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