Why do we kiss? Is it just to swap spit?

To supplement words when we lack any wit?

Are we driven to taste what someone has eaten?

Does it lift up our spirits when our will has been beaten?

And what about watching others lock lips?

What's up with that? Seems sorta suspish...

Are we perverts, romantics or something between

When we're moved by the smackin' we see on the screen?

This rhyme holds no answers, all truth is amiss

So pucker up, Pals, and give us a kiss!