She,
Drunk
Kissed me.
Although she
Is not my type,
I am no monk
So thought of night
And a young woman who,
Its true
I more than like,
Though she Is not
My type.
But oh what
Bliss to kiss
And lose
Socks and shoes.
Me, I’m no monk,
But she was drunk.
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K Morris - Poet 
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Thanks for the kind share, Michael. Kevin
Always blame the women. 😉 Another good one, Kevin! Have a beautiful day! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. You also, enjoy your day. All the very best. Kevin