Try it again,” I said. “Kiss me.””No,” he said.”Kiss me.””No,” And then he smiled. “You kiss me.”I placed my hand on the back of his neck. I pulled him toward me. And kissed him. I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And I kissed him. And he kept kissing me back.

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.

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.

Girls love kissing. Our lips replicate the lips we discreetly hide. We redden lips to show the health and allure of our labia, the welcoming of your tongue in our mouth a foretaste of lips moistened and blood-gorged by desire. Some kisses last forever in our minds, some kisses are best forgotten. Every kiss is...

Something is going to happen, Laura thought. She was going to be kissed. On one side of a kiss was childhood, sunshine,innocence, toys and, on the other, people embracing, darkness, passion and the admittance of a person who, no matter how loved, must always have a quality of otherness, not only to her confidence, but...

Liar.

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...

‘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...

A little faster would be fine.

This was the kiss I had waited for so long – a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn’t yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the souvenir of a medal, and that had...

Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.

I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Oh, for the Angel’s sake. Look, if there’s no other way of getting out of this, I’ll kiss Simon. I’ve done it before, it wasn’t that bad.””Thanks,” said Simon. “That’s very flattering.””Well, I’m not kissing the mundane,” said Jace. “I’d rather stay down here and rot.””Forever?” said Simon. “Forever’s an awfully...

All that matters is the way he’s angling my face up to his, thumb and forefinger still on my jaw and my chin. It makes me think of someone taking a drink, only the drink in question is my lips. He wants to taste me there, and oh, that’s exactly what it feels like. He...

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].

Kissing Hugh was lovely. Glad I invented it. Can’t rely on Austen for a snog, that’s for sure.

You and me, always.” His whisper mingled with the kisses he brushed along my throat. I closed my eyes and drifted away with him.

She remembered how her heart, so tight, like a scroll, had opened when Arin kissed her. It had unfurled. If her heart were truly a scroll, she could burn it. It would become a tunnel of flame, a handful of ash. The secrets she had written inside herself would be gone. No one would know

I’ll be the judge of that, I whispered, pressing my lips into his and, just like that, we were the only people on the dance floor. The only people in the universe. Jude was the sickness I didn’t want to be cured of. He was the intoxicant I never wanted to be clear of.

Damn it, Elliot, do you ever make kissing easy?’ he said, cupping his nose. ‘Maybe you should learn not to be such a tease and get to it a little quicker,’ I shot back. ‘So, I’ve got to get to the kissing before you start thinking too hard about something else?’ ‘Something like that,’ I...

She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that I could paint her in these moments and immortalize that look in her eyes. There was a softness in them that I rarely saw at other times, a total and complete...

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.

We don’t have to stop,” Michael whispered.

Worst case scenario is that I will kiss you and you will blush

You are the beloved child of this universe, so live as if everything is yours. Every morning the sun is rising for you. The rays of light are kissing you, birds are singing for you, flowers are dancing for you, and everything belongs to you.

Mile’s fingers pressed into the small of my back. “Basorexia,” he mumbled.”Gesundheit.”He laughed. “It’s an overwhelming desire to kiss.””I thought you weren’t good at figuring out what you felt.””I’m probably using the word in the wrong context. But I’m pretty sure that’s what this is.

No,” interrupted Marcia emphatically. “And you’re a sweet boy. Come here and kiss me.”Horace stopped quickly in front of her.”Why do you want me to kiss you?” he asked intently. “Do you just go round kissing people?””Why, yes,” admitted Marcia, unruffled. “‘At’s all life is. Just going around kissing people.

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.

I could swear I’d just swallowed the sun.

It is a kiss that, once begun, never really ends. Interrupted, yes. Paused, certainly. But from that very moment onward, Vera sees the whole of her life as only a breath away from kissing him again. On that night in the park, they begin the delicate task of binding their souls together, creating a whole...

If kissing was a language I was sure we’d know it well. If it could measure the amount of love you felt for someone, our love was infinite after all. Even when we hugged I felt a special connection to him. It was in his loving embrace that I sought solace, where I found it,...

A whiff of fresh mintthat tastes like strawberry pie.Your kisses tempt me.

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.

slow down, oh sweet tearsflowing nectar…down my lashes’ tipssomedaysomeone will kiss you away,even before you can reach my lips.

Kissing with the tip of the tongue is like ice-cream melting. It was he who taught me that a kiss has a soul and colour of its own.

But not, I think, so much as the both of you.

I could kiss that girl. And ya know what? I will kiss that girl. As soon as I get back to school, I’m gonna grab her, and I’m gonna kiss her.

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

The kiss is the greatest of gifts, uniquely human. A kiss before midnight. A kiss before dying. The Judas kiss. The kiss of the devil. A big wet smacker beneath the mistletoe. More can be said with a kiss than a book full of words. We kiss to say I love you. We kiss the...

Apples are kissing other apples. Gray cats are kissing other gray cats. Trees are kissing trees. You and I are not kissing. We work in an office together. We are both married to other people. It is okay because we only have ideas, you and I, about whether we should kiss or not. These ideas...

She should pull away, even though she had begged for it with her smart mouth. She should punish him for every crime he’d perpetrated. For being too good-looking, too sexy, too everything. But the kiss was like him—just too damn good. Warm and brutal, providing answers to questions she never knew she had. He teased...

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...

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

Kissing girls is not like science, nor is it like sport. It is the third thing when you thought there were only two.

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

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, and told him to go on, to hit me with his knockout blow.”Really, Chris, I know you must have something...

I’ve come to realize that love is tragic, somewhere down the line it’s inevitable. Fight for it.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

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.

You make me so happy I could frown. Let us dance like two rocking chairs at a KISS concert, and let us kiss like two people named Sam Asmas who’ve just discovered the meaning of the word palindrome, as well as the meaning of life.