Canoodling With Tombstones

Sucking face happens behind high schools and in cars parked in secluded spots. When lips unite in a kiss, so is created an electricity jolting lovers into new senses of wonder. Necking with nooses can cause way too many bruises on the neck. What would it be like to canoodle with our tombstone before it’s time to die? Would the experience liberate us from our fears of death, or grip us with far more worries, wondering if we’d slipped the Grim Reaper too much or too little tongue? Making out is like making music. Smooches offer songs for lips when they pucker as conductors in symphonies of kissing.

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