1,677 Quotes About Kissing

So when he rolls towards me and kisses my lips, a million mixed up signals course through my neurons. I’m dizzy. Breathless. Speechless. Ice-cold. On fire. I don’t let him stop. I reach for his face, pull him over onto me.

Delicately, she parted her lips, swept them against his, and kissed first his top, then the bottom. Letting her lead, he pinched his brows together and held still. She didn’t come at him with fire. She told him a story. And he’d be damned if it didn’t start with once upon a time like she were proving he was some kind of hero. Specifically, hers.

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.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

The sound of the rain faded away and she kissed him, letting herself be as honest as she'd wanted to be, letting her kiss speak for everything she was afraid to say with words.

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

When we kissed for the second time, we didn't stop (couldn't).

the intimacy of the kiss, that feeling of euphoria that comes with that kiss that is right and real, that kiss that swallows you up, starting from the curl in your toes to the fine hairs on the back of your neck, that kiss that leaves you panting for air, that makes each part of your body quiver as you melt against him, that makes you suck his bottom lip into your mouth with the overwhelming urge to bite it. Sometimes hard. That. That kind of kiss.