kissing_is_killed_by_custom_or_convention zen jane let your tongue wander up and down the highways of my mecca kissing like this was not meant for suits, no instead for adventurers and lost souls, like you and i. use your lips like a brush, like petting me out of fondness and lust. it is only us that can intertwine so perfectly; all the traditionals are out the window, all customs have checked out, and every other being who has ever kissed grows green with every oozy offering. 100202 what's it to you? who go blather from