Deepest Kiss is the new bug in town today. A creation of His Royal Lovjesty (HRL), Deepest Kiss no dust on no face.
The effort is simply a collection of sensual, passionate stories where the pages are firewalls kicked up in steam that sparks into lightning and then inferno when opened. As expected, Deepest Kiss has punched through the mouth, down the throat, to the heart.
You can see why so many people are falling in love with the book these days. Sure, they have caught the deepest kiss bug.
The gist here is, some youngies want to know what Deepest kiss is all about. Trust me; you know how I rhyme like a politician using every occasion to score points. I will say, “drop your arms, close your eyes and waoo!” I will just stab in the Deepest kiss. So far, it has paid off. Nobody had screamed yet at most times we had wet the game. Wake me when I am not writing. Who says writers don’t get paid. Boy, some dollies will play dumb, and you will have a home run with it. If you can roll down the white silks, then you are a bestseller. Check me out in your Suzy’s best seller heart.
However, my payday is yet to come. This little taxi down the road is looking for an express road. Too bad; she has no head for reading, not even the Deepest kiss stuff. That’s why I am planning a Drama Called Love. Maybe the drama will do. Bottom-up baby, don’t keep HRL waiting.
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