Playing kiss chasing
I always make sure
(contrive that I
get caught)
A trip...a stumble...a fall!
Ooops...silly me!
“You’re catched! ”
screams Mary Ann
kissing me
like crazy
a kissing
frenzy.
I almost die
with the sheer pleasure of it.
I smile
(secretly to myself) .
It’s a fair cop.
Give myself up...to it.
Guess... when you’re
catched
...you’re
catched.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/catched/
