It was with the once gleaming look,

a smile with a glint attached

and a face that radiated honesty,

that I thanked anyone

who had liked,

loved,

fancied,

drooled over to the point where

spittle ran out of the corner of their mouths

and they had the look of basting

a turkey for Christmas etched

across their sly grin chops,

kissed, French kissed,

snogged like there was tomorrow

and in some cases like there was no

day after that,

whispered down the ear such words