YOU CAN KISS ME; ONLY IF You can kiss me on my voluptuously rubicund cheeks all right; but only if your kiss had the power to wonderfully transcend over every other conceivable kiss drifting ominously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my seductively tantalizing nape all right; but only if your kiss had the tenacity to miraculously overpower every other conceivable kiss drifting atrociously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my rhapsodically vivacious hair all right; but only if your kiss had the temerity to supremely outshadow every other conceivable kiss drifting egregiously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my enthrallingly ebullient lips all right; but only if your kiss had the charisma to irrefutably nullify every other conceivable kiss drifting vindictively towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my bountifully emollient palms all right; but only if your kiss had the superiority to timelessly conquer every other conceivable kiss drifting baselessly towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my surreally royal forehead all right; but only if your kiss had the magic to unbelievably decimate every other conceivable kiss drifting truculently towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my daintily embellished feet all right; but only if your kiss had the magnetism to insuperably supercede every other conceivable kiss drifting salaciously towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my robustly titillating belly all right; but only if your kiss had the caress to astronomically triumph over every other conceivable kiss drifting parasitically towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my uncontrollably trembling skin all right; but only if your kiss had the color to wholesomely camouflage every other conceivable kiss drifting beguilingly towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes, You can kiss me on my enigmatically arcane palms all right; but only if your kiss had the fortitude to entirely sideline every other conceivable kiss drifting hedonistically towards my direction; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,