The mouth is made for communication, and nothing is more articulate than a kiss.

I run my hands through his hair, finally, finally, finally, then bring his head to mine and kiss him so hard our teeth collide, planets collide, kissing him now for each and every time we...

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.

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

Adrian tipped my face up toward his and kissed me. Like always, the world around me stopped moving. No, the world became Adrian, only Adrian. Kissing him was as mind-blowing as ever, full of that...

And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

We kiss and I feel like a millionaire.

Let me tell you, you either have chemistry or you don’t, and you better have it, or it’s like kissing some relative. But chemistry, listen to me, you got to be careful. Chemistry is like...

I prefer kissing over dinner. Not that I prefer kissing to dinner, but I prefer kissing over the plate containing my dinner, especially if my dinner consists of something romantic like monkey brains.

It’s all life is. Just going ’round kissing people.

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of...

We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we’d once been fluent in and were finding again

Tell me what I can do to help you feel better.”Well…I always like when you kiss me…”Do you?”You’re good at it. “Well, that’s lucky. Because I’ll always be kissing you.

…kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.

My lips got lost on the way to the kiss – that’s how drunk Iwas.

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did...

The musician and the listener.If this is love between two strangers watching each other from afar, that rough, burning moment when you rush in and kiss is the show.

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

It’s hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.

He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.

I love you”? I could say it in another language, like French. I could say it through action, like a kiss. Or I could say it indirectly, like telling your best friend, April. Yes, I...

Making love requires no thought. You move as the fronds of a palm tree move in the breeze. It is all instinct. All wonder. When you love someone, your lips are incomplete until they are...

La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the...

Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she’d done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot...

The kissing is soft to an almost abrupt firmness as our waists adhere. I then begin to question if I can feel my body as a controlling wave of this gratifying force travels from my...

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

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

It was pleasant – and the sense of otherness was nice, that there were two people involved in this process, that we were each giving something to the other.

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.

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and leaned into him, sliding my fingers into the curls at his nape. His arms clasped tighter around me. I sighed just a little against...

And at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go. The loved one will never take his arms from...

Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over,tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

I’m not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

And even as I’m kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can’t get enough, never will be able to get enough.

Don’t kiss me like a woman if you’re going to treat me like a child.

The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

Kissing looked…nice.”We could try that, next time I visit your dreams.” Torin suddenly said, and my SpaghettiO’s sloshed over the side of the bowl.”What?”Torin nodded toward the television. “Kissing. You’ve never done it, I’m quite...

Don’t you want me to kiss you goodbye, sweetie?””Kiss a cow farm boy

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

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

I promised myself that we’d have this little air-clearing chat today without my tongue ending up in your mouth.

Je me souviens de mon effroi devant un premier baiser. Et si l’autre me mangeait la langue? C’est d’abord mon meilleur morceau de viande que je lui confie aveuglément.

The kiss. Oh, the kiss. What a perfect, unnerving, luscious kiss. He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.

You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.

Kissing heris warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.

I want another taste,” he said, feeling his heart race. He leaned her against the car and crushed his lips against hers. This time she ran her fingers through his hair, making him moan. He...