Why do you like to kiss me, I don't think I will ever know, but I will not complain now I'd rather kiss and wonder how from nights last dusk to early dawn we'll kiss until you're gone.
You know you're head-over-heals whenever you get that warm exciting tingle that starts at the lips and flows to the tips of your toes during every kiss.
It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.
We kiss and it feels like we have just shrugged off the world.
When I see you, I smile. When I hear you, I listen. When I touch you, I feel you. When I kiss you, I love you!
Why can't you just tell me how you feel, because how you act is confusing me. You walk by me like I'm no one, you smile at me like I'm anyone, you hug me like I'm someone... but kiss, the way you kiss me, its as if I'm the only one.
I fell worthy of every kiss I laid upon you for in each of them went part of my heart.
Your taste still lingers on my lips, like I've just placed them upon yours, and I starve for you.
Even though a kiss is very good, there is a moment right before you begin that is even better.
So let's meet at the mouth for a kiss that's been so long overdue.
I felt his mouth come down onto mine and I felt his kiss melt every argument away.
The first time we kissed, you captured me.