Blondes have the hottest kisses. Red-heads are fair-to-middling torrid, and brunettes are the frigidest of all. It's something to do with hormones, no doubt.
I remember my first kisses with a lot of people, and they're rad experiences. And you don't have to really take it to that next level because that's what keeps it exciting.
What lies lurk in kisses.
She walks well, she looks good. Let's see how she kisses.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.
Some kisses are worth living for
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty.
A nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
They were like two pieces of a failed star, drawn together by a shared history and a memory of illicit kisses.
Blow kisses to the oak trees and sparrows and elephants and weeds.
I became an adult before I had a kid, which I highly recommend. I just like to throw her around. She's a really good snuggler, and she likes to give kisses and hugs.
Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loathe to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met. Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.
Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.
You never forget the discovery years. First kisses. The first time you try certain foods.
An adult western is where the hero still kisses his horse at the end, only now he worries about it.
My 10th Sonata is a sonata of insects. Insects are born from the sun. . . they are the sun's kisses.
Any more questions?" I ask, poking him gently in the ribs. "Do you still love me any?" Eliot asks, putting his hand over mine. "A little. " "A little?" he asks, pulling away from me. "A lot. " "How much?" he asks. "More than chocolate chip cookies. " "Mmm" he says, kissing my shoulder. "More than walking on the beach. " Eliot kisses me on the neck. "More than. . . " I pause, turning to look at him. "More than?" he asks, kissing my lips. I turn toward him. "Anything.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Kisses should not leave you satisfied.