And when my lips meet thine, thy very soul's wedded unto mine. (J.H. Boyesen)

Jun 18, 2008 19:10


     Life is puncuated with kisses. Starting with Mama's kiss, we go on to peck, buss, smack, smooch, air kiss, kiss and tell, kiss and not tell.
     Lipstick kisses lurk on the mirror; letters arrive sealed with a kiss. First kisses lead to goodnight kisses. We accept the kiss of peace, suffer the kiss good-bye.
     Kissing is somehow at the ( Read more... )

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pechenitse_zloe June 18 2008, 15:51:24 UTC
дадада, поцелуи это наше всё.

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anewed June 18 2008, 16:50:46 UTC
Поцелуй - лучший способ остановить фонтан красноречия :)

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pechenitse_zloe June 20 2008, 05:50:10 UTC
какие интересные методы =)

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