Am I this spiteful woman? This monstrous woman that does not look at you, that does not glance at you not even once. You try to kiss me in the lips, no lip kissing today. If I kiss you it means, yes, I am yours. Even when I am not. If I kiss you, you kiss me back and, yes, I am yours. If I say no, you like it. If I say yes, you kiss me and then you stop.