Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.
How she felt when he kissed her—like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.
—Samuel Sullivan Cox
He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of love and tenderness.
And we were kissing like drowning people breathe—like suddenly we’d discovered something that has never been…
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