#kissing

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as we struggled with worldly constraints like clothing and gravity, seeking to transcend it all in our coming together. ↗

— Emme Rollins

#erotica-romance #eroticism #kisses #kissing #new-adult

You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. “Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line once, now it was mine. “Always,” Balik murmured against my jawbone the words grazing my skin as I arched my neck backwards. “You and me, always.” His whisper mingled with the kisses he brushed along my throat. I closed my eyes and drifted away with him. ↗

— Melanie Cusick-Jones

#love #love

Kiss someone like kissing is the only way you have to communicate. There is no conversation. There is no sex. There are only two sets of lips that are ravenous to be recognized and treasured. ↗

— Roberto Hogue

#how-to-kiss #kiss #kissing #lips #sex

Political satire became obsolete when they awarded Henry Kissinger the Nobel Peace Prize. ↗

— Tom Lehrer

#became #henry #kissinger #nobel #nobel peace prize