Private Gnome-kisses with Lip-lock Chasers

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.

The End

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