I was not kissing him. I was just telling his lips a secret!
I was not kissing him. I was just telling his lips a secret!
As he kissed me, I wondered how, in the middle of a rainstorm I could feel like I was burning alive.
A random kiss is better than an awkwardly planed one.
People who throw kisses are mighty hopelessly lazy.
Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it.
I wasn’t kissing her, I was whispering in her mouth.
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
Kiss, a contraction of the mouth due to an enlargement of the heart.
A book without words is like love without a kiss …. its empty.
A love without a kiss is like a rose with out petals. what s the point?
Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases