viaapurifico

i marvel at the human dependency of kiss. the word kiss sends a tremble down my curveladen spine, like each letter of that wicked word were placed in perfect alignment, like a panel of sweet-toothed stars, to melt in my mouth. k-i-s-s. the word becomes drawn out, reveled, tasted. if there were ever a word for the sensory, it was Kiss. the most animalistic of all the displays of affection, a mesh curtain of lips, teeth awkwardly pressed to tongue-in-cheek-formality. tactless. yet, endlessly, us bleeding romantic-types are dying for a snog. making out, in essence, brings meaning to our solitary existence. like catnip, your lips, l