The first thing I needed, possibly the only thing, was to kiss her and I did, for as long as I could. I let us both breathe for a minute, and I perched her on a counter so I could touch the face I’d missed so much. I poured every bit of frustration...
You've got the wrong girl." "On the contrary..." the voice murmured, "I've got exactly the girl I want." Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she was alone... "You're bleeding." Lips closed over her...
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and...
Ursula: [watching Flotsam and Jetsam knock the boat with Ariel and Eric in it about to kiss] Nice work boys. That was a close one too close! The little tramp! [sighs] Ursula: Well, she's better than I thought. At this rate, he'll be kissing her by su...
Sam: Charlie, I know that you know I like Craig. But I want to forget about that for a minute, okay? Charlie: Okay. Sam: I just want to make sure that the first person who kisses you loves you. Okay? Sam: [Charlie is silent, transfixed. Sam gives a w...
Queen: But wait! There may be an antidote. Nothing must be overlooked. [flips through the book she was reading earlier till she finds the antidote] Queen: Ah, hear this! "The Victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love's First Kiss." "Lo...
Mr. Kroot: All right, all right, Bolander, break that up. You know the rules. You and your girlfriend want to do that, go someplace else, huh? Steve Bolander: Hey, Kroot! Why don't you go kiss a duck? Mr. Kroot: What did you say? Steve Bolander: I sa...
Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.
...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...
Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.
Yes, it would really mean something to be kissed by Jenno.
You should be kissed and by someone who knows how.
He wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted everything to do with her.
For the record, you would've been my first one night stand.
Regret isn't real. It's something invented to punish ourselves
He kisses like a poet. Like he's writing poems on my lips.
At the age of ten, I thought if a boy kissed you on the lips, you would have a baby, and I surely wasn't the only youngster who believed that!
Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.
I'm just as big a fool as the rest of them.
Now, now. Southern ladies don’t French-kiss and tell.
Some people are boys longer than others.
