Poem for her 166

Dear Readers,


Pizza and a Kiss


We don't need Pizza
But we eat it
We have to have a kiss
So we do that a lot
We like to kiss a lot
That first bite of fresh
Out of the oven pizza
Then that first kiss afterwards
Aw blissfully tasty
We made a pizza oven
Out in the side yard
In the porch area
Kisses in the cabin
Kisses in the yard
Kisses in the dark
Kisses before
Kisses during
Kisses after
Pizza making in the woods
Kissing where ever we are
Like just now with Hot mint tea
And earlier at the dance


Happy Birthday Babe,


Charles.