Quotes About Kiss

Well...unfortunately there's a little problem," he said. "What?" He pointed up. "That." I looked up to see the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling where I'd hung it three hours before. "Okay, but what does that-?" Rhys kissed me. "I really, really, didn't want to like that," he said. "Rhys-" But before I could say anything else, he kissed me again and pulled me closer.

Pero la fondera no se dejaba por aquello de que la que da el beso da el queso.

People don't know how to love. They bite rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it's because they recognize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible... unworkable, an exercise of futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst, and fear, and aggression, which are always there and readily available. Or maybe sometimes... they just don't have all the facts.

Martha kisses me on the cheek too, only she does not wipe away her lipstick afterwards. When she is not looking, I touch where she put her lips. It feels sticky but in a nice way. Like she has left part of her kiss behind for me to find later tonight, when I am in bed and dropping off to sleep.

We did not stage kiss because we didn't know any better. It was just lights, camera, tongue-dance.

I got a text. It was Will, on Air Force One, about to take off back to Washington: I should've kissed you. That's on me.

We lived our little drama,We kissed in a field of white,And stars fell on Alabama last night.

Ooo la la! That kiss was fine, and it was full of all the words I didn't need to say.

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

only my fingers in your hair, only, my eyes splitting the skull to tickle your brain with love in a slow caress blurring the mind, kissing your mouth awake opening the body's mouth and stopping the words. — Muriel Rukeyser, from "Three Sides of a Coin," Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser . (University of Pittsburgh Press May 10th 2014)

Love dies only when the warmth of the embrace, the warmth of the last kiss, cool down in your thoughts. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

Sascha nodded. "Want me to wait?" "Do I want my mate to wait in a deserted forest while a dangerous Psy fugitive remains on the loose? Wait, let me think." "Sarcasm does not suit you." She kissed him again, laughter in her eyes.

Raphael's pleasure, his kiss, sent her over a second time....and it wasn't until they both stirred again that Raphael reached down and undid the strap of her knife sheath, putting it and the knife on the bedside table. "Beautiful as this sheath is," he said, touching the leather, "I much prefer the one which holds my blade.

Pressing his thumb down on her jaw to part her lips, he kissed her again, angel dust glittering in the air. "Mmm." She rubbed against him. "Did you make a change to your special blend?" Angel dust, he'd told her, was normally rich and exquisite, but not sexual. Elena had only ever tasted Raphael's blend, and it was always oh-so-sexual-today, it also held a dangerous bite. Kisses down her throat. "I wouldn't wish my consort to suffer ennui.

An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.

Pfft," a male said. "I can kiss on a single breath for at least three minutes." "Yeah? How about you show us?" "Or are you all words and no action?" The heavily built bear spread his arms. "Which lovely lady wants to volunteer to be the object of my lusty affections?" His gaze landed on Silver. "Ms. Mercant? I could show you— Never mind, I like my head on my neck.

even if he had to coax her kiss by slow kiss. Cats were good at coaxing. It was only a more sensual aspect of their favorite game—stalking.

I said I would kiss you. I never said where I would kiss you." [...] "A kiss between two people is, by definition, on the lips," she argued. [...] "But this isn't about two people kissing. It's me kissing you .

I really need that cake now." Startled laughter in his blood, unexpected light in the shadows, the taste of snow in her kiss. And he knew that come what may, they'd stand together. In the light and in the terrible darkness.

A smile that made his need to kiss her almost unbearable, his heart doing things inside his chest that he was sure weren't in the least macho. He couldn't find it in himself to care, because when Charlotte smiled that way, it destroyed him.

Face devoid of darkness, Tanu kissed her on both cheeks. "Live an extraordinary life, won't you, Ashi? Fate has promised me you'll make it.

Mortal born. Mortal fall. Mortal heart. Ambrosia's sweet kiss. Wings of dawn. Wings of night. This will be.