It was worrisome, your kissing

 

            When my ears tingled and

            The hairs on the back of my neck

            Began to dance and your topsy-turvy lips

            Left no holds barred

 

            Because I knew you must have hit the books

            Long and hard, so to speak,

            And stayed up late

            Lots

            To get so good

 

            It would have been much easier

            No questions asked

 

            And fun

 

            But I’m not built that way, I guess

 

            Though come to think of it

 

            Until you went on strike

            I never really thought that much about

            My education