Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
How she felt when he kissed herālike a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.
He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
And we were kissing like drowning people breatheālike suddenly weād discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodka honey.
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.
It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.
The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.
It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weepā¦a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
If you kiss on the first date and itās not right, then there will be no second date. Sometimes itās better to hold out and not kiss for a long time. I am a strong believer in kissing being very intimate, and the minute you kiss, the floodgates open for everything else.
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distanceāwild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
Now a soft kissāaye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.
Hollywood is a place where theyāll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.
It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses. It was as sweet as sugar. And it was warm, as warm as pie. The whole world opened up and I fell inside. I donāt know where I was, but I didnāt care. I didnāt care because the only person who mattered was there with me.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss and all was said.
A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a sudden seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.
Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him beforeā¦and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.
Iām going to kiss you now, and I donāt know if Iāll ever stop.
A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.
He kisses like heās dying of thirst, and Iām water.
āJennifer L. Armentrout
A kiss is a rosy dot over the āiā of loving.
Well, itās either kiss me or kill me, thatās how I see it.
The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because itās free.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
My nose itched, and I knew I should drink wine or kiss a fool.
Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when Iām around you itās a tie between wanting to chase you downāor just kiss you until you canāt breathe.
Our only kiss was like an accidentāa beautiful gasoline rainbow.
He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time.
A kiss on the beach when there is a full moon is the closest thing to heaven.
I didnāt want to kiss you goodbyeāthat was the troubleāI wanted to kiss you good nightāand thereās a lot of difference.
His mouth seizes mine. Consuming me. Devouring me. My body moves against his. Harder. Faster. Take me. Take all of meā¦
I prefer a kiss that is so much more than just a tongue in your mouth.
The truth is, I always want to kiss you.
I was going to kiss him, and I was going to regret it. But at that moment, I couldnāt bring myself to care.
Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste itā¦
The lover steals a kiss. He incurs life imprisonment.
Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.
Itās the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.
Kissingāand I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing ā is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.
Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid pressure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.
And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded.
Boys always like to see girls kiss. I donāt get it; girls donāt want to see boys kiss.
Make me immortal with a kiss.
Unfortunately, I like to feel a little stubble when I kiss. Women are too soft.
One day you will kiss a man you canāt breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
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