if I was a ninja I'd swoop down and attack people, cover them in a velvet hail of kisses swift as karate chops.

I'd strike fast and disappear before they knew what hit them... A sudden passionstorm tumbling them head over heels, leaving them blinking in the rain, abruptly well-kissed.

I'd bide my time, silent, invisible, silver like raindrops on rooftops... I'd watch the passing crowd, look for the one who, unbeknownst even to themselves, was deeply in need of a ninjas kiss.

Leap, rebound, curving through taut wires, take him down in one smooth motion, toppling, rendering knees suddenly weak, wrapped utterly in skillful arms, fingers kneading neck, touching all those perfect places, yielding bliss, wielding kiss after kiss like whirling stars...

There's no escaping a ninja's kiss.