Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

Ergo: girls should always make the first move, because (a) they are, on the whole, less likely to be rejected than guys, (b) that way, girls will never get kissed unless they want to be...

Now a soft kiss – Aye, by that kiss, I vow an endless bliss.

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

You can ignore me, Rachel, and you can try to treat me as a friend, but none of that will erase the fact that I think about kissing you every second I’m awake and dream...

What about Gale?””He’s not a bad kisser either,” I say shortly. “And it was okay with both of us? You kissing the other?” He asks. “No. It wasn’t okay with either of you. But I...

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

Hey!” Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall.”No onions!””Your loss!””I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight!””Damn, girl. Harsh.

You hardly know me and yet you invited me out on a date,’ said Miss Dearheart. ‘Why?’Because you called me a phoney, Moist thought. You saw through me straight away. Because you didn’t nail my...

I had a dream about you. Again. In fact I’ve had so many dreams about you that I can almost feel your skin under my fingertips and your breath every time we kiss. This time...

My whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips moved against mine, exploring my mouth so gently. I tried to mimic his movements–slowly, uncertainly, until I didn’t have to think about it at all....

The only thing tinfoil should cover is a Kiss. But you wouldn’t know anything about kissing.

I want to write a book called Kissing Kissinger. It won’t be about kissing, Kissinger, or even politics. It’ll be about radiator fluid, and all the health benefits you can enjoy from chugging it.

You should be kissed and often, by someone who knows how.

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

You know, when I came home after our day in the city, I just crashed, thinking about Remi and how much I missed him. And then the next day was worse, And when you walked...

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...

Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as...

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

I’d also learned something new. There was something really sexy about a man that kissed you, without stopping to ask first.

[…] He tasted like snowflakes and wine, like winter and Will and London.

And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her.

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

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, “If I kiss you, it’s all over.” And then he does. And then...

Sam’s eyes studied my lips and I studied hers. We each leaned in closer until our foreheads were touching. It felt like currents of electricity were running through the two of us, making me feel...

And we were kissing like drowning people breathe– like suddenly we’d discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.

Each tear longs to kiss sorrow

I pushed passed him. He grabbed my hand and swung me back towards him. Then he pushed me against the wall and… he kissed me.He ran his thumb along my jawline and down my throat,...

Last night… I’m sorry if I was too forward with you.” He paused. “Celaena, you’re grimacing.”Had she been making a face? “Er- sorry.””It did upset you, then!””What did?””The kiss!”… “Oh, it was nothing,” she said,...

He’d moved toward me again. His hands released mine and moved to my waist, and I noticed I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily. He pulled me to him, bringing our bodies together. The world...

I put down my phone… Hugged her from behind… Kissed the back of her neck… Our fingers entwined… Bliss…

I breathed in the memory of his lips, the softness of them, and how they felt tracing across my skin, leaving ripples of goosebumps in their wake.

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

I’d always worried but kissing’s not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe...

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.

It wouldn’t necessarily be tongue in cheek if a woman told me I kiss like a toothbrush. And I do. In fact, 9 out of 10 dentists recommend kissing me right before bed. Oh, and...

After you, it’s all cheap tequila.

Most humans expressed affection by pressing their lips together, a simple act, so why would anyone feel the need to research the process?

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me – nothing anywhere but Grace and me – she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her,...

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

If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.

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

The tattoo is just setting below his hp bone. H e l l i s e m p t y a n d a l l t h e d e v i l s...

You’re lips are bloody.’ He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It’s hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.

A kiss involves two people, so I not only have to think about me for me, I have to think about me for her, her for her, and her for me.

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...

Kissing Amber was like falling into the sea: Her body surrendered to the pull of the tide, buoyed by the saltwater, every breath tasting like the ocean. Reese lost all sense of where the surface...

A kiss, he said, is a conversation. Easing closer, he continued to speak as he caressed her cheeks with featherlight stokes of his thumbs. “A first kiss”, his lips neared hers, is an introduction and...

The heart becomes warmer when the mild heat of love is coming from two persons. one is in eternal cold and desolation without feeling the friction of love.