The Kiss

Last night I kissed a most delicious mouth.
Was in a dream -- but very much enjoyed,
then, just as things were moving, "Stop! It's wrong!"
Me jerked myself awake. Call me Annoyed.

When morning brought the owner of the mouth,
I watched the lips that I will never kiss.
My words aimed at her mind. When she was gone
my mind aimed at her body. Not to miss.

She has a most expressive tender mouth
that purses prettily when she's perplexed,
and grins like invitation for someone...
I wonder if she's slighty oversexed?

Dear conscience, in my waking life supreme,
Shut up, and let me get back to my dream.