He kisses like a poet. Like he’s writing poems on my lips.

When we finished the kiss she said laughing, I can taste your loneliness – it tastes like vinegar. That annoyed me. Everyone knows loneliness tastes like cold potato soup.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

His kiss was light but lingering, like smoke from shivering lips on a freezing winter morning.

Then she laughed for real, and put her hands around my neck. ‘I am never, ever going to make things easy for you Seaweed Brain. Get used to it.’ When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. I could’ve stayed that way forever, except a voice behind...

Kissing you.” Tom leaned forward again and held the bottom of her chin. He worked his lips over hers until she responded. A soft whimper escaped her throat and he kept at it. Biting, sucking and finally spearing her mouth with his tongue. This was a wet motherfucking kiss.

And it was pretty much the best underwater kiss of all time.

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

Everyone thinks you’ve been kidnapped,” he said. “We’ve been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out- oh, gods, you’ve been here all night?””Frank!” Annabeth’s ears were as red as strawberries. “We just came down here to talk. We fell asleep. Accidentally. That’s it.””Kissed a couple of times,” Percy said.Annabeth glared at him. “Not helping!

Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.

I kissed him hard. The few people in the bar must have been thinking that all they were seeing was just a kiss. They didn’t know that this kiss stood for my whole life – and his life, as well. The life of anyone who has waited, dreamed, and searched for their true path.The moment...

And I know when your lips meet mine I feel as though I have never been kissed before.

Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he’s been.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. “Is this okay?” I whisper. “Are you okay?”His reply is anguished. Honest. “I love you.

All the while, my mind reeled with what had happened.I have a hickey. I let Adrian Ivashkov give me a hickey.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

Mrs. Kaspar” sounded too like a phone solicitor, which would not do after having kissed the circumference of her son’s neck.

He relented to the kiss and gave of himself what she required, his lips parting in symmetry with hers until the moment of realization collapsed.

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.I treasure you.I hope for you.I consider you.I dream of you.I delight in you.I appreciate you.And I will never, ever...

and our lips meet with feels– like not slow motion– but every moment in my life and the lack of time altogether.

Myrnin came in from the back room, carrying a load of books, which he dropped with aloud bang on the floor to glare at the two of them. “Excuse me,” he said, “but when did my labbecome appropriate for snogging?””What’s snogging?” Shane asked.”Ridiculous displays of inappropriate affection in front of me. Roughly translated. Andwhat are...

I’m a guy.

‘My problem was comparatively simple,’ Marcus said. ‘One kiss was enough to solve it. But that doesn’t mean one kiss is enough to wake everyone up and end every nightmare. […] That’s okay,’ Marcus whispered to him. ‘One kiss doesn’t need to be enough to let you know that the nightmare is really over.’ Liam...

Steffi wasn’t tired anymore. In fact, she felt invigorated. She was going to make it. She needed more of those kisses.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate.” She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn’t touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn’t drown.

Oliver Cromwell banned kissing on Sundays—even for married couples—on pain of a prison sentence.

His hands are on my back, in my hair, on my hips. His fingers move like I’m Braille, like he’s trying to read me just by touching me.

You make me want to suck a bruise on you just to kiss it better.–Luc to Jane–

And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as badly as the hero and heroine, and feel as satisfied and transported and transformed as the hero and heroine in...

Kissing’s a lot like laughing. If the joke’s funny, it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you last heard one.

I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t...

Insta-love isn’t something that happens in real life. Ithappens in the books I read, but not in the world I live. Though herestands this beautiful, sexy, funny, sweet and amazing guy who hasdone everything short of professing love at first sight to me and I’mstill standing here like a pair of lungs suffocating, needing him...

what?are you asking?or will you proceed ?waiting for a kiss–and you are asking my permission?hopeless !

Fifteen minutes later I was an expert. That’s all you need. I think I was even getting the upper hand, which is very simple with a guy. Anything seems to turn them on.

Did people… really kiss like that? She had had NO idea. She had imagined being kissed, and in her imagination she had been swept away by the sheer romance of the meeting of lips. In her naivete she had not considered the possibility that a kiss, as a prelude to sexual activity, might have powerful...

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.

Mitch—“”All right, baby, I’ll shut you up.”Then he did, his head slanting and his lips taking mine in a repeat performance of the open-mouthed, knock my socks off, rock my world, best kiss in the history of all time.

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

And we kissed again. It was a warm, indescribably lovely feeling. But it was more than just physical. It was a dialogue between two young people with high ideals and a Big Plan. It was about belonging, secrets, partnership, commitment.

Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls.

I can’t help but watch his lips as they cover the opening of the bottle that my lips were just touching. We’re practically kissing.

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

red leather, yellow leather, red leather, yellow leather.” I wondered if that was a secret exercise actors did before kissing scenes [Cram, Cusi, “‘One Life to Live’ and 14 Beautiful Boys to Kiss,” Cafe, January 14, 2015].

With eyes closed, a kiss is genderless. Now that mustaches are in fashion, some women are finding more hipster love.

I’m not fluent in affluent. Still, I’m grin rich, and my smile stretches from yesterday to tomorrow. You should kiss me on today.

I kiss like a skyscraper meets the sky, only with less scraping and more vertigo.

Don’t kiss in public, unless it’s midnight and you’re both wearing black so nobody can see you’re naked.

His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. “I will have both of you,” he said. “My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.

I was very close to kissing her. The timing was right, and the mood was right, but the distance of two inches between our two mouths was just too far to traverse in the end.