A limited series on my favourite real-life snogs.
Not my best kiss...
but my first kiss!
1994 – The Cinema of Sensuality
I had tickets on myself!
But they were for the wrong show.
I went in there
with my big-screen-Hollywood-Top-Gun educated tongue,
stabbin' and jabbin',
only to be repelled and expelled
by her Anne of Green Gables expectation.
Oh the deflation!
Action Thriller meets Chick Flick –
it was a messy mix of genres.
But as her Dr Zhivago consulted with my Dr Jeckle
and her Little Women met up with my Star Ship Troopers
things began to meld and mix
and we began to fix
a bridge
between our previously contrary
Hollywood heritages.
And luckily for us
the coke-black night managed to hide our hiccups
in and around the Ticket Box of Love,
and somehow we stumbled our way
into the well-worn, back row seats
of the Cinema of Sensuality,
where our eager, beating hearts
pop-corned!
Not my best kiss...
but my first kiss!
1994 – The Cinema of Sensuality
I had tickets on myself!
But they were for the wrong show.
I went in there
with my big-screen-Hollywood-Top-Gun educated tongue,
stabbin' and jabbin',
only to be repelled and expelled
by her Anne of Green Gables expectation.
Oh the deflation!
Action Thriller meets Chick Flick –
it was a messy mix of genres.
But as her Dr Zhivago consulted with my Dr Jeckle
and her Little Women met up with my Star Ship Troopers
things began to meld and mix
and we began to fix
a bridge
between our previously contrary
Hollywood heritages.
And luckily for us
the coke-black night managed to hide our hiccups
in and around the Ticket Box of Love,
and somehow we stumbled our way
into the well-worn, back row seats
of the Cinema of Sensuality,
where our eager, beating hearts
pop-corned!