#kiss

What you should really be sorry for," he continued, "is that for the rest of my life, I'll have to avoid wine cellars to keep from thinking about you." "Why? Was kissing me that bad?" A devil-solf whisper. "No sweetheart. It was that good. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#haven #kiss #wine-cellar #life

For a sweeter kiss had never been bestowed upon a girl. Not in storybooks or real life. Not in heaven or hell. ↗

— Gwen Hayes

#life

It's like this," Nana says. "All your life you're yellow. Then one day you brush up against something blue, the barest touch, and voila, the rest of your life you're green. ↗

— Tess Callahan

#life

By ten o'clock she thought he might soon be ready to talk. He'd threatened, blustered, even tried to sweet-talk her. Then the bribery had begun. He'd let her live if she let him out immediately. He'd give her three horses, two sheep, and a cow. He'd give her a pouch of coin, three horses, two sheep, not just a cow but a milking cow, and set her up anywhere in England, if she would just leave his castle and not bother him again for the rest of his life. The only offer/threat that had perked her momentary interest was when he'd shouted that he was going to "toop her 'til her bonny legs fell off." She should be so lucky. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#gwen #karen-marie-moning #kiss-of-the-highlander #life

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine ↗

— Novala Takemoto

#life

... If the dead can come back to this earth and move unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the garish day and in the darkest night—amidst your happiest scenes and gloomiest hours—always, always; and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath; or if the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. ↗

— Paul Hoffman

#always #arbell #around #breath #breeze

Question for your life: If we were to kiss passionately for 30 minutes, would you refill my oxygen tank in the process? ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#oxygen #passion #process #question #life

His lips are familiar. I know the shape of them, know how to make mine fit against them. His taste is familiar too. For all the illusions and colors and sweet smells... he has always tasted like skin. His breaths are shallow. I'm holding his life against my tongue, between my rows of teeth. He's offering it up. ↗

— Lauren DeStefano

#lauren-destefano #sever #life

We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private." "A smug expression crosses his face. "I don't buy it for a second, 'cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder." "A reminder of w-w-what?" "That you were mine. ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#couples #kiss #love #relationships #romance

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#love #memories #poetry #love