You ever seen that painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Rome, where Godβs reaching out and touching the finger of an angel? That was what it felt like at the moment my lips touched hers. It was more than just a kiss. It was something spiritual.
You've got an awfully kissable mouth.
I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.
It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.
I so want to kiss you, Phoenix, but I wonβt. I wonβt kiss you until you want me to and not one second before that.
He kissed me like I was the last drop of water, making sure he knew how each droplet tasted and how each one felt in his mouth.
Hold him tight, take away all his pain, diffuse them inside your body by osmosis, beg him to squeeze you hard, pray God not to let the moment end. and Prolong it till eternity.
Kiss her, adore her, give her every ounce of you, succumb to her demands, submit to her, command her, love her, unconditionally!
I want to kiss you hard enough to matter
Kissing Yasir was like feeling the safest soul on earth. The touch of his lips felt like he touched my soul. It took away all the pain and agony I had been enduring for the past six years.
