kisses

kisses explode when... someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

Pardon me for not being willing to commit my entire future to you based on two kisses and a blueberry muffin.

To enjoy the nectar of life, I like to kiss you like a beautiful bee kisses the flower.

A blooming flower pleads, oh thee! Look at me, to see the beauty, Kiss me like a bee, To feel the bliss, To taste the nectar of life And just to feel and be. Kiss me like a wave kisses the shore In an endless dancing sea, again and again, just to be.

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love?Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important.Today,I feel my worth in you.You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair,even your heartbeat is beautiful.You, who is my greatest joy,all other concerns vanish in your presence.You swallow timeand consume space,inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace.I love your existence.

I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.

Kisses, even to the air, are beautiful.

Incidentally, I have also learned a bit about the importance of avoiding feminine embarrassment ('Daddy,' wrote Sophia when she enrolled at the New School where I teach, 'people will ask "why is old Christopher Hitchens kissing that girl?"') and shall now cease and desist.

Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed.

When you are suffering from sexual starvation, a spank or even a hug seems like a porn scene.

Dreams are memories. Memories are dreams. But my time with you hasn__ become a dream just yet. Because the sensation of your kisses keep me from sleep. I__ in love, God help me, I__ in love.

When you kiss, my world falls apartHeaven comes down to woo my heart

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I__e become your heartbeat making you mine Upon every kiss of passion our souls shine

When twilight sleeps holding the nightIn your arms you embrace me tightRunaway hours clenched by kisses More of your love my heart misses

The kiss is different than I expected. It__ slow and tender, his lips soft and warm against mine. He tastes sweet, like the powdered sugar I spilt and the coffee with chicory he__ always drinking. It__ a perfect first kiss.

Their raspy kisses brand our jam tart necks, their treacherous miasma clasps our herbal thighs. Motherlessly we surrender, too many fathers we have, we, your daughters of joy.

But that kiss did more than turn her into a puddle of lust. It terrified her. Not because of how soul-searingly good it was, but because kisses like that don__ just happen. Kisses like that implied history and connection and bone-deep knowledge, and it made her question everything that had existed between them before.