A silly Sonnet about Kissing (or something)

Some maiden thought, because I stole a kiss,
That this would lead to marriage vows and such;
Imagine her laments and hissy-fits
When I just thanked her, very, very much.
But Lynda; wow! she kissed me then as well,
She kissed me hard, and drove me near-insane.
And when she whispered “Jerry, go to hell,”
I guessed she would not kiss me so again.
But now she strokes my beard with loving touch,
And kisses me—while I play my cello!
Then she says that she loves me very much--
I get mushy, even somewhat mellow.
*****This was just a trip down memory lane
*****With Lynda, who is messing with my brain!