"kiss"タグの名言

A first kiss is the demarcation line: the same information that a moment ago felt private, all of a suddens seems unfair to withhold. And with that exchange came more.

I should have been bolder and kissed her at the end. I should have been more cautious. I had talked too much. I had said too little.

The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

She accepted it uncertainly. “This will help?” Without waiting for an answer, with that unsettling trust of hers, she popped open the lid and dug in her finger, smearing the slick substance on and around her mouth. Going outside of the lines, as he deduced she did with most everything in her life. When she was done, she looked absolutely ridiculous. Caine barely resisted smiling at her. “It will help immensely.

Her lips, which taste still lingered on his mouth. By his normal standards, it was again a fleeting, chaste kiss. But it had struck him with the power of a thousand lightnings. He’d tasted many a woman’s lips. And for longer periods of time. But they all paled in comparison with her lips. It was like he’d been feasting on sand for the longest time. Suddenly now, he had a taste of a sprinkling of sugar and realized it was what he had been missing, starving, craving for so long. Now, all he could think of was sand and sugar.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

in the afterglow of an evening rain i lay down in the grass and think of you my body aches like an after-kiss breaking in soft fires and wildflowers my dear, i will always be this tender for you.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

be the kiss in my hair that no one sees move, when i move sigh, when i sigh... be that line from a poem that i hold in my eyes.

Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude. Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

O dear Himalaya...why are you so amazing, can I kiss your peak or can I just let your silence speak...O dear Himalaya...

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.

Had I truly thought I would not die when he kissed me? But I did. For a moment the breath and life went out of me and there was no time and no tomorrow but only my lips against his.

And then we ease him out of that worn-out body with a kiss, and he's gone like a whisper, the easiest breath.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

With The Dread, first kiss was the beginning. Second kiss was the end.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for you and me; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

All you have to go on is the faith of a kiss.