KS Culbreth

the prim lady

the prim lady gasped
fingertips to mouth
when i beaming stated
that we osculated beneath
the bridge, yes, in truth.

“there?” she asked agape.
i told her what it meant.
“oh,” she breathed deflated.
“the tenderest of all kisses
that were ever heaven-sent,”

i said. “our souls have even
touched their tongues, like this…”
“oh, my,” she gasped elated,
“that’s more serious than i thought.
and that’s all you did was kiss?”