If a guy can catch a live swallow, cut out its tongue, and, with the tongue still in his mouth, kiss a girl, she will be consumed by such desire that she will not give him peace until they are married.
I'll tell you this much. Any guy who was allowed to come within ten feet of kissing me with a fresh raw swallow tongue in his mouth would have to be someone for whom I was already consumed with desire anyway. Consumed and totally irrational. Because..."What's that smell? Oh, no matter. Mmmm, you kiss like--aaaaaagh!"
I'll bet that trick worked every single time someone managed to do it from beginning to end. Every single time. It is a miracle my ancestors managed to procreate at all.
Can I say how wonderful a world it is when I can classify this sort of discovery as "work-related"?