I know you want to hear me catch my breath, 

you wily temptress…

There’s no question, though

Glad to oblige. 

It happens every time I glimpse you.

Your kisses knock me backward, and you 

tell me that’s just because I’m getting old and feeble, 

but your kisses do knock me backward…

being allegedly feeble

just makes it harder to hide.

So……

If I fall down because you kissed me,

and you stopped my breath 

for a moment, It’ll be your fault.

Somehow.

And you’ll just have to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation

As I lie helpless there on the floor,

Eager to feel your lips on me again,

Feeling you bring me back to life.

No pressure.