He kissed me hard and I kissed him back harder, like it was the end of an era that had lasted all of my life.

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

kisses… areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

Have you ever given yourself to a kiss so completely, that you felt like you surrendered some of yourself and replaced it with a part of them?

You’re so damn beautiful.” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss in between my breasts. I shiver at the light touch of his lips to my sensitive skin. If this is how he makes me...

You need something,” he said, and when I stared at him, he added, “Your face.””My face?””It’s in need of my kisses.

Incidentally, I have also learned a bit about the importance of avoiding feminine embarrassment (‘Daddy,’ wrote Sophia when she enrolled at the New School where I teach, ‘people will ask “why is old Christopher Hitchens...

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days…

Not that kind of cheating,” Mags said. “More like…skipping ahead. If you like someone, you should have to make an effort. You should have to get to know the person–you should have to work for...

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

You and I, under the moonlight, together until the stars don’t shine any more… The world slips away as we dance in the fire as we had never yet danced…in anticipation of the red flame,...

I want to get lose in your eyes and be brought back to reality with your kisses.

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

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet?” the Colonel asked loudly from his sleeping bag. “Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

…the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere …

Peter! Were you looking for a horse-shoe?””No; I was expecting the horse, but the shoe is a piece of pure, gorgeous luck.””And observation. I found it.””You did. And I could kiss you for it. You...

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat… that’s how it feels when you kiss me.

Beware a kiss, he told her. Kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul.

L. hat mir einmal, aber das ist lange her, gesagt, wenn Küsse eine Farbe hätten, müssten sie die Farbe von Himbeeren haben. Sie meinte auch, dass es Erdbeerküsse gebe und solche, die nach Himbeeren schmeckten....

Well, maybe awake but somebody home with really, really bad judgment.

He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future...

Do kisses fade like Polaroid pictures if you don’t pay attention to them?

Although we shared a kiss or two you still have me on cloud nine from time to time and all I want is for you to be mine!

…in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights – and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses…lie abandoned by you…

I’m more than a kiss on you worst day, I’m a kiss on your best.” – Dr. Jeremy Nichols, Merger Complete

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

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

A blown kiss is not a proper kiss. Hugs and kisses should be hugs and kisses, not breaths of air. I am tired of breaths of air and not enough hugs and kisses.

Tú que tanto has besadotú que me has enseñado,sabes mejor que yo que hasta los huesossólo calan los besosque no has dado,los labios del pecado.

All right, Chris, you’ve given me a breather. I’m prepared foranything.And thank you for saying all of that, and for loving me, for youhaven’t gone unloved, or unadmired, yourself.” I kissed him quickly onthe lips,...

Make every kiss a celebration, throw a party for every one.

Please spend the night with me.

She wanted to claw the memory of their night together out of her brain, but she couldn’t disremember.Or stop thinking about his tongue, the way he kissed and caressed her, almost like he wasn’t a...

We kissed for aboutthe thousandth time,No promises,no demands,Just solid rebuildingof shattered trust.

And his eyes were fluttering shut, and his sinner’s smile- that wickedly wondrous thing- was less than an inch from mine. And soon enough, there was no space between them at all. He tasted like...

His kisses were so hungry and male, which isn’t bad. Every kiss said he could never have enough, but he wasn’t going to stop trying. They were so hormonal. I wanted his sugar roughness. Girl’s...

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses.

There is strange, and yet not strange, is the kiss. It is strange because it mixes silliness with tragedy, and yet not strange because there is good reason for it. There is shaking by the...

We kiss and I feel like a millionaire.

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I...

Oh, Draven,” Simon said in a falsetto as he clasped his hands together and held them to his shoulder. He gave Draven a worshipful look. “You’re my hero too!” Simon sniffed as if he were...

In my opinion, giving a kiss is a much better prize than receiving one.

Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd...

Her lips are like pillows of warm glass. It is strange to find her resistant for even a second, since she has been the kisser and not the kissed. It wasn’t like the last time,...

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...

Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged...

All those kisses. There must have been a thousand. They engulfed me like some kind of all consuming dream where I became very alive and very relaxed at the same time.

My mouth hung slightly open, i was getting ready to sat something important. what i wanted to say was: I’s so, so sorry. but instead I said, “i love you.” Only then, when i said...

Because he treats me like a princess. Because he makes me laugh. Because he makes me happy. Because he took the trouble to read to me when I could not read to myself. Because he...