A couple's ritual of gnome-kissing then immediately following it with a classic smooch.
Just when the two of us are alone,
me and my sweetie gnome-kiss,
briefly rubbing together our nose-tips.
Whereas those proud, knee-high, colorful cone-capped folk given to quaint affection
fulfill their transports of intimate eye-contact by this dry dabbing,
their far knobbier littler keener noses
taken by blushing along with numbness
from this discreetly meeting nuzzle,
our big people’s passion irresistibly prompts us
to chase it
with the moist lasting suction
that is our coarser race’s classic style.