1,206 Quotes About Kiss

I kissed the girl on the lips, as if to suck her breath inside me. When I did this, the girl wilted, ever so slightly. In my arms, gradually she became lighter, and more transparent. The smell of lilies rose up, filling my breast, overwhelming me. The taste of the kiss was so sweet, I couldn't stop–even thoughI knew she would go on wilting if I continued. The girl was wilting by the instant, and something thick and strong was filling my breast.

Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, minou.”She might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.

And then she kissed him with tongue- on the bus.

Such hungry desperation in a single kiss when it's enamored in love and bathed in bliss.

So, how does he kiss?"I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.

His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. "Fine!" he yells. "I'm jealous! Are you happy now!"And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips.

He then, with great presence of mind, put a stop to any further recriminations by kissing her; and his indignant betrothed, apparently feeling that he was too deeply sunk in depravity to be reclaimable, abandoned (for the time being, at all events) any further attempt to bring him to a sense of his iniquity.

He tastes like salted caramel and sunshine. Or what I think salted caramel and sunshine taste like. He tastes like nothing I've ever experienced, like hope and possibility and future

Quinn, I..." He whispers the words, unfinished, into my mouth as the space between us disappears and our lips finally touch. A thousand fireworks explode inside me, and I feel them in him too, in his lips on mine, and his hands in my hairm and the way we pull each other closer