I can still remember just the way you taste.
If kissing was just two people touching lips, it wouldn't touch our hearts and bind our souls the way it does.
Warm arms around you back and little kisses on you neck - what's better than that?
Kiss her until she be wearied out.
I can't just drift away from you, I can't get on with my life and not give you a second thought. When I kissed you that night, walking away stopped being an option.
The best kind of kiss, is the kind when you have to stop because you can't help but smile.
He kisses me long and bittersweet. He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat. We are a study of contrasts, hard to soft, fair to dark, frantic to smooth, and yet there is something about the fit of us that makes me realise neither of us would be quite right without the other. We are a Mobius strip, two continuous bodies, an impossible tangle.
When I'm kissing you the whole world disappears. It's just me and you connected. There is no right or wrong. There is no up or down. There is no day or night. Just you and me and this beautiful oblivion. I wish I could stay here forever.
I just want someone to come up to me and kiss me and tell me that they're in love with me. I don't just want it though. I need it. I'm desperate for it.
A friend is always good to have, but a lover's kiss is better than angels raining down on me.
You know you're in love when you can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you. When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said goodbye. You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they are gone. When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any pain. When their name sends chills down your spine. When they are the only thing you can think about. You know you are in love when you can see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their eyes. When they call you at four in the morning to say, "I love you" and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their heart. When they are hurt just because of these tears. When even a simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately, you know you are in love when you can't imagine living without them, and can't figure hw did you live before you knew them. When they fulfill every need and without them you are incomplete. The love of someone else completes the heart, and sound and mind all at once.
The first kiss is the passionate one; it's the one filled by desire and attraction and all that. But the second one is rational; you get time to think about it, worry and overanalyze. Most women prefer that first kiss, but I'm partial to the second one because it's about something more.