There is an awkward silence that overcomes you when cross paths with the person that kisses your heart the second that you meet them. It balances on the edge of unknown but always desired.

My lips and eyes and heart were stinging when you kissed me in the dark. — Jack Garton to Jennifer Hammer, 2008 (age 24)

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave...

In a blind taste-test, my kisses were rated as Helen Kelleresque. Women love how the only sense I keenly possess is nonsense.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat; you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique,...

I don’t know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air

Because I want to know if I’m allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

The first kiss is the deepest.””The last breath is the hardest.

He leans towards me for a kiss and our mouths fuse. I explode. I’m all over him, absorbing his warmth and the beat of his heart. It’s like he knows my pain, and he’s trying to erase...

Because she did not look behind, September did not see the smoky-glass casket close itself primly up again. She did not see it bend in half until it cracked, and Death hop up again, quite...

I said he kissed me. Really kissed me. It rocked me to my soul. It was brutal. It was brilliant. It was horrible. I thought I was going to die.

A kiss says it all—I like you.I love you.I need you.I want you.I value you.I fancy you.I adore you.I prefer you.I missed you.I cherish you.I support you.I care for you.I long for you.I think of...

You can’t be just a scribe, or a wizard. Nameless God,” he cried, raking a hand through his hair. “I wish they had never found you, never made you think you were the princess. Nothing...

And so we are like flowers; and bloom only, when the sun, kisses us.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my...

His billiards lessons regarding double kisses, push strokes, butt caps, creeping angles of incidence, and snatches began to sound like flirting.

Your woman should always be short of words and full of kisses.

After all, in fairy tales, there was only one thing to do. In every story with a long sleep and a waking in it. An easy thing, a pretty thing. Standard currency.

Thus in this heaven he took his delight And smothered her with kisses upon kisses Till gradually he came to know where bliss is.

Kisses are a means to plant on another’s lips a smile glossed with happiness.

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

Logan was her entire world and she was his. She could taste the raw honey and bits of bees still on his tongue. She enjoyed the sweet flavor and kept her promise of kissing him...

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with...

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of...

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,the fragment of public or private happiness.A few, the wolves, collected thighs,other men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or...

We should live, my Lesbia, and loveAnd value all the talk of stricterOld men at a single penny.Suns can set and rise again;For us, once our brief light has set,There’s one unending night for sleeping.Give...

We used to argue, fight and get angry, but we always ended our enmity with kisses and hugs.

I sent a quick text to Adrian: I have a hickey! You can’t ever kiss me again. I honestly hadn’t expected him to be awake this early, so I was surprised to get a response:...

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.