kissing-quotes

This world needs much more kissing and far less fighting.

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.

I'd like to believe that my kiss has made you see me in a whole different light.

I think that before and after we kissed are two different timelines.

Silence thoughts...Let me get lost in this kiss right now; In the morning you will convince me I shivered because of the cold.Let my head whirl and spin for a little while longer; When I wake, we will blame it on that sweet wine.Let my heart flutter and dance just for a moment; Tomorrow, I will not forget the beat that my heart skipped belonged to my favorite song that was on.Let me slip to fall deep in his eyes; When the sun rises and we remember the moon reflected in that stare, I'll be fine.

When she bites my lips,I see stars dancing right next to the sun.

We are born to kiss the stars and dance with the Moon.

Frickin' hit me with the speeding car, now. Take away my intense craving to force myself against him and taste his lips.

I__ always worried but kissing__ 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 in.

The clock chimed five. It sounded almost celebratory as they stood there, hands clasped between them like the meeting of continents. Colton__ mouth was soft and warm, sunlight on silk. Danny was swallowing light. It dived down inside of him until he imagined it bursting out of every pore.

Danny had never been so aware for anyone else in his life. Everything shrank from a universe to a pinpoint, every turn of the earth dependent on his next breath, each touch lingering until those eyes found his. Colton pressed a hand to Danny__ chest and laid his mouth gently against his. Danny wasn__ prepared for it__he reminder that Colton was not like him, that his palms were smooth and free of flaws, that his wrist showed no veins, that his mouth tasted of copper and of sweet clean air. He was a boy of air and dust and sunlight. Everything that had gone into the making of the world.

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.

A kiss_._.. is just a kiss_.Until it__ all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

If your romance is dying, perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

It was raining that night, when we kissed for the first time.

Tears ache in my throat and each time his lips caress mine I__ closer to the dam within me bursting open. He__ undoing me, tearing out my demons with burning strokes of his lips and the salty taste of his mouth. In his arms, I__ changing, becoming anew.

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 somehow inside her sealing skin.

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed his chest against my chest all the while his loving lips brushed up against mine with a care-filled affection. His tongue lightly licked the outer edges of my mouth, and then searched for my tongue. The pursuit allowed a marriage of both tongues to meet - inspiring a mingling tango of hot and heavy French kissing to manifest profusely. We kissed like two hot and horny teenagers, our mouths moving and craving each others lips, in animalistic desires!