Clever Kisses

Rough, scratchy and downright prickly

I never know the time or place, it’s always iffy

There are times I’m tickled to my core

Call me naive, I keep going back for more

Once I’m caught, I’m latched, no need to resist

But I kick, yell and scream STOP! I insist

My cries go ignored, the torture persists

There are nuggets of relief, however brief

I’m always outmatched, the Indian never the Chief

The left side, right side and even the chin

My face scrunches and squints,

Anticipating course skin

Daddy’s a clever crusader he never hints or misses

He always finds time to give me kisses