#kisses

With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my heart, my pulse thumping beneath his fingers. He kissed me along my neckline and throat. I almost burst apart from the longing. My blood burned for him. ↗

— Rae Hachton

#death-and-dying #ellie-piper #gothic-fantasy #gothic-romance #lovers

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#kisses #love #love

When he kissed me, his lips soft and careful, it was all the thrill of our first kiss and all the practiced familiarity of the accumulated memory of all our kisses. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#love #romance #love

He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood. ↗

— Sarah Addison Allen

#love #love

Give me kisses! Nay, 'tis true I am just as rich as you; And for every kiss I owe, I can pay you back, you know. Kiss me, then, Every moment, and again. ↗

— John Godfrey Saxe

#love #romance #love

You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest. ↗

— John Keats

#ever #kisses #last #new #sweetest

Because Larry, by then, was a drummer, who would sort of get bored and tired, and rather stand up and blow kisses to people. So we needed the bass to sort of drive along. ↗

— Neil Innes

#bass #because #blow #bored #drive

God's wounds cure, sin's kisses kill. ↗

— William Gurnall

#god #kill #kisses #sin #wounds