#kiss

He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes, She had just enough time to take in a breath, to blink, to part her lips before he took them with his own. Time froze. Her heart ceased to beat. Her eyes fluttered shut. The cool slip of the small metal loop pressed into her skin as he kissed her. Urgent. Gentle. So slow. Sweet, soft demolition. He tasted of cloves and coffee. And of something else. A farawat essence, familiar and yet somehow foreign, too. Something sere and arid. A little like some. A little like decay Ash. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

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When lovers kiss on the cheeks, it is because they are searching, feeling for one another's lips. Lovers are made by a kiss. ↗

— Émile Zola

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A man who will risk nothing for love is not a man ↗

— Patricia Briggs

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I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair. ↗

— Meg Cabot

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I'm going to be honest with you. I don't want to sit here all night making small talk when all I want to do is kiss you. ↗

— Karli Perrin

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I'm kissing you because sometimes I can't not kiss you. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

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I can barely breathe but I think that his lips might be better than oxygen at the moment. ↗

— Autumn Doughton

#i-ll-be-here #kissing #love #relationships #romance

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned. ↗

— Amanda Stephan

#love #passion #romance #surprise #the-price-of-trust

A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips! ↗

— Edmond Rostand

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And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name. ↗

— Algernon Charles Swinburne

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