So now I’m addicted to flickr, but that’s another story for another day.
Right now, we’re going to talk about kissing.
I adore kissing. There is something so sweet and lovely about it, yet it can also be electrifyingly sensuous.
I was browsing through photos tagged “kiss” on flickr tonight, like a stunned passerby who can’t stop watching at the scene of an accident. Yeah, that sounds bad because it is bad. Why do I do this to myself? I’m a moron. A masochistic moron.
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What a cute post! I love kissing, too. My favorite lyric about kissing is this:
“Under the iron bridge, we kissed.
And although I ended up with sore lips…”
- The Smiths
I remember my friend Matt from high school telliing me that he could relate to that lyric because he’d kissed to the point of sore lips before. I don’t think I’ve ever done that! Maybe someday…