The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but its echo endures much longer.

You sound worked up. Really worked up. No, that’s not it. You sound agitated…flustered…aroused.” I could feel her eyes widen. “He kissed you, didn’t he?”No answer.”He did! I knew it! I’ve seen the way he...

She opened her mouth to answer, but he was already kissing her. She had kissed him so many times—soft gentle kisses, hard and desperate ones, brief brushes of the lips that said good-bye, and kisses...

Cigarette kisses the flame. But the mouth kisses the woman. (Cigarette embrasse la flamme. – Mais la bouche embrasse la femme.)

Still, as much as I wish Ballistic Kiss could be a better film, the recognition it gained from critics and at festivals speaks for itself.

Our faces are so close to one another right now, and all I can do is selfishly think how easy it would be for me to lean forward and kiss him like I’ve dreamed about...

And complicate it you did. Everything I knew, everything I believed . . . all of it went out the window. You turned me upside down and made me feel again. You saved my life, even though I...

She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Please.”Dante is silent, his blue eyes frozen on me. And then he lowers his head and his soft lips are upon mine. And I might seriously die this time. For real.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.

And so, from the first, we separated our pleasure. She lay on the rug and I lay at right angles to her so that only our lips might meet. Kissing in this way is the...

Your kisses make me feel like I’m dancing.

This.” He closed his mouth over hers.

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby...

Oh hell no, I thought. I am not wasting my first kiss on some guy who’s skipping out on our first date.

Leo leaned forward and met her soft lips. Their first underwater kiss created bubbles that floated lazily to the surface. Audrey ran her fingers through his coarse hair, and they lingered until his lungs were...

Kissing you is terrifying, breathing your same air makes my knees weak, when I’m around you it’s a tie between wanting to chase you down – or just kiss you until you can’t breathe.

Of course one kiss changes things. If it’s done right, a kiss changes everything.

Come fu che le loro labbra s’incontrarono? Come avviene che l’uccello canta, che la neve si scioglie, che la rosa sboccia, che maggio dà i suoi fiori, che l’alba imbianca dietro gli alberi neri le...

I’ve been kissed by men who did a very good job. But they don’t give kissing their whole attention. They can’t. No matter how hard they try parts of their minds are on something else....

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime.

Tonight I’ve set my body on fireI’ve burned my fingers On your chest and absAnd as the flame Continued consuming me I blew my air kisses All over youUntil I’ve heard The explosion.

Kiss till you can’t kiss any more, kiss on the street in front of everyone, kiss as if each one were the last.

That first kiss, it still has a way of making us nervous as teenagers, no matter how old we get.

Kiss me with your eyes.

Special Logan Kiss…Yeah, but you didn’t know that I’d recited how i felt for you right then, in that moment, in my mins. The words flowed silently, so easily. There’s no mistaking them. When I...

Max.” Fang let go of my hand. “Right now, it’s really all about—us.” He swooped down to the right in a big semicircle, ending facing me. Slowly we climbed upward, until we were almost vertical,...

My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.

I have liquid lips, and my kisses are smooth as wine. Why pour you a glass when you can drink from the bottle?

The kiss is the greatest of gifts, a miracle, uniquely human. A kiss beneath the mistletoe. A kiss after midnight. A kiss before dying. The devil’s kiss. As a picture tells a thousand words, so...

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

The only French I know is a kiss. I studied a lot of that foreign tongue in high school.

—Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.

You’re going to have to take care of yourself,” Karrin said quietly. “Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor...

Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her...

Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.

My thoughts of you are a rainbow in splashing ocean waves…appearing…disappearing in sacred depths of skies the grasps of mine reach to the highest… Will you, ah, long for kissing me tonight? so I could...

What was a kiss without a kiss?” It was a tablecloth tugged from beneath a party service, everything jumbled against everything else in just a few chaotic moments. Fingers in hair. Hands cupping necks. Mouths...

[But] I have come across anything so painfully beautiful as that kiss. I wish it was something I could save and share with the world so I could tell the universe: this is what it’s...

I doubt he’ll be a prince, Ms. Lane. Men rarely are.

He suddenly felt the urge to kiss her-hard- upon the mouth. But this- what he felt, it could never be real. Because once the ball was over, she would go back to being an assassin,...

Don’t you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?””Kiss a cow farm boy

I discuss my beliefs less because I bed my atheist, who cannot believe in much more sacred than our kisses.

Paco, we are all so much more than our faults, aren’t we?

I keep having to remind myself that I can do that,” he smirked.

To be powerful, a kiss should make a journey, be its own story–begin with hesitation, move to realization, then melt into bliss.