kisses

Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all__he touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear. And still, he hadn__ kissed me. Not once. Nothing but that brief brush of his lips. I was beginning to go a little crazy.

Because he is good and kind,_ she explained softly, then went on. __ecause he treats me like a princess. Because he makes me laugh. Because he makes me happy. Because he took the trouble to read to me when I could not read to myself. Because he fed me and gave me wine when I could not eat or drink at balls. Because when he kisses me my toes curl, and when he makes love to me I cannot contain my passion.

I want to get lose in your eyes and be brought back to reality with your kisses.

kisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

Love, my territory of kisses and volcanoes.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

What chance does logic have against a glass of wine and a kiss?

You askif I will write a poemI could,I supposewrite the mostsplendiferousone of allbut notrightnownot whenyour handsare brewingwarmcinnamon teaacross my skinnot when I__trying to imaginewhat might happenif you beganfloweringkissesuponmeMy dear,how canI writea poemwhen I__ alreadyinside one?

Passion lingers on a state of blissLove loves you more when you kiss

My mouth hung slightly open, i was getting ready to sat something important. what i wanted to say was: I's so, so sorry. but instead I said, "i love you." Only then, when i said it out loud, did i know that it was true.Carly threaded her fingers through mine and i squeezed her hand. She said it back to me, and i was relieved in a way that i wasn't expecting. i didn't know that i needed her to say it until she did. i was so grateful; i leaned down and kissed her fearlessly, which was unlike me. When she kissed me back, i brought my hand up and cupped the nape of her neck, pulling her hair with clumsy fingers. i tried to back off, to apologize for hurting her, but she kept me close, kissing me softly at first, then hard and fast until the lines between us blurred.

Kiss till you can't kiss any more, kiss on the street in front of everyone, kiss as if each one were the last.

Do kisses fade like Polaroid pictures if you don't pay attention to them?

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.

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

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?

With kisses your mouth taught memy lips came to know fire.

To love at a distance and without hope; never to possess; to dream chastely of pale charms and impossible kisses extinguished on the waxen brow of death: ah, that is something like it. A delicious straying away from the world, and never the return. As only the unreal is not ignoble and empty, existence must be admitted to be abominable. Yes, imagination is the only good thing which heaven vouchsafes to the skeptic and pessimist, alarmed by the eternal abjectness of life.

Beware a kiss, he told her. Kisses are powerful things. You expose part of your soul.