“He kisses me until my mouth is sore from his stubble, and most likely cherry red. Then, when he sees its ripe… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
He smiles sadly. "Now I know my destiny." "What is it?" "This." He draws me in to him in a kiss. His… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“How stupid, I thought dreamily, to have ever thought I could give this up. Not just the kissing, although, as Archer’s hands… — Rachel Hawkins Copy Share Image
Because after the haze of not being kissed cleared I was forced to face the facts that: 1. Jack was a very… — Michele Jaffe Copy Share Image
“I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Back as kids we used to kiss when we played truth or dare, Now she's more sophisticated, highly edu-ma-cated Not at all… — Slimkid3 Copy Share Image
A man's country is not a certain area of land, of mountains, rivers, and woods, but it is a principle: and patriotism… — George William Curtis Copy Share Image
“He nodded slowly. “Okay.” He squeezed her shoulder gently, then leaned forward until his lips were almost touching her ear. “But for… — Claire Matthews Copy Share Image
