some kisses were perfunctory

and merely punched a ticket

whilst others were spelunktory

bilingual and wicked

but in between were sacred blossoms

from orchid girl to duchess

as just as sheer as gossamer gossams

electrifying touches

.

her holiness of honeyed voice

still calls her now and then

she lives alone by fate and choice

but likes to chat of when

last century they had a time

and as she reminisces

a mountain goat resumes her climb

enfueled by sacred kisses