Scaling your kisses

Scaling your kisses

By Gerlie M. Uy

My Chile, I was all right

with almost anything

but when I tasted my first kiss of you,

you set the record straight:

I kept on remembering you afterwards.

Every time I tasted any kiss without your heat,

I am initially all right, and then remembers

that I miss you a lot.

I have to have you beside me,

with your halved naked body

soaked in sweet sour liquid.

The intensity of your kisses varies

while I can only choose

to kiss you back within my lame limits.

You come to me usually in shorts

and sometimes dressed long,

in interesting shades of bright colors

and sometimes just plain green,

in usual subtle fragrance

and sometimes just none.

You have lived a thousand lives

in the fields of the Aztecs

and now in almost all tropical regions,

but still, even after one kiss

after another quick one from you,

as well as many more

that followed thereafter,

I wonder why

I still cannot scale you.

I better leave that task to Scolville.

By Gerlie M. Uy

*The Scolville Scale rates the capsicum heat in chiles.

Photo credits: Gerlie M. Uy

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