On Kissing Quotes
And I don't care what age you are, kissing in the rain is the best.
Tell me what I can do to help you feel better."Well...I always like when you kiss me..."Do you?"You're good at it. "Well, that's lucky. Because I'll always be kissing you.
Some people might enjoy drain water if they were told it was vodka.
He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.
You make me want to suck a bruise on you just to kiss it better.--Luc to Jane--
I’m not dangerous, ” I breathed.He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.”And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.
We were kissing like it was a long-forgotten language that we'd once been fluent in and were finding again
You're lips are bloody.' He seized my face in both hands and kissed me. It's hard not to respond when a master of the art of kissing is laying one on you.
If the guy likes/loves you, he won't care if you are a good kisser or not.He should like you for what you are - not how you kiss.
I loved the kiss. That's why I smiled at you. I loved it. I was embarrassed by how much I loved it. (Troy Summer)
I will only be offended if you refuse to kiss me again, as then I'll be convinced I'm a failure at it.
Why should I care about you first kiss, ' he said. 'You can kiss anyone you like. But sometimes if you wanted to kiss me, that would be all right, too.
And now that I've been exposed to this feeling, perfect mouth against perfect mouth, the natural order of things, I wonder why people don't kiss all day, every day. How does anything ever get done?
Kissing is just another way of talking expect without the words.
I could stay here forever interrupting our talking with kissing, interrupting our kissing with talking.
Snow's table manners are atrocious - it's like watching a wild dog eat. A wild dog you'd like to slip the tongue.
We still kissed frequently, usually a cluster of small pecks. An acronym for our early deep kisses. Which in a way was more intimate because only we knew what it stood for.
Kissing, said Lesley, ought really to be taught as a school subject, preferably instead of religious studies, which nobody needed.
Your kiss can take my breath away, Bree, not that you haven’t before, but now we can give each other frost kisses. – Kian, Frost Kisses
You’re going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.”“Nothin’ average about that kiss.”She sighed. “Don’t beg. It’s so unTexan.
Pucker up, Hollywood. By the time I’m finished with you, the neighbors are gonna need a cigarette.
Don't you want to kiss me?' she asks.She smiles just a little, a hopeful, sweet smile, but buried in it is that confidence that slays me.
Most humans expressed affection by pressing their lips together, a simple act, so why would anyone feel the need to research the process?
A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile.
Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.
Kissing girls is not like science, nor is it like sport. It is the third thing when you thought there were only two.
Kissing Hugh was lovely. Glad I invented it. Can't rely on Austen for a snog, that's for sure.
Kissing's a lot like laughing. If the joke's funny, it doesn't matter how long it's been since you last heard one.
I'd like to point out that we've had zero problem reaching each other's mouths.
I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn’t touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn’t drown.
His tongue felt good, it tasted good, it was all just good. Not just good. It was better than good. I missed this. I loved kissing and, Lord, did I miss it.
I put down my phone... Hugged her from behind… Kissed the back of her neck... Our fingers entwined… Bliss…
Kissing heris warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.
Kissing was an extension of that, a celebration. A little party between us, amplifying our naive joy, our faith that the world was delighted to give us just what we wanted.
I want to kiss you. I want to so badly I can barely think of anything else. When you enter a room it’s my only thought, and it torments me night and day.
Certainly seems it when she half-turns in his arms and he just leans right down into her and kisses and kisses. Oh, how syrupy-slow his kisses are. She could live in those warm, wet pulls.
