It's hard to say goodbye for good at any time or any place. It's harder still to say it through a meshed wire. It crisscrossed his face into little diagonals, gave me only little broken-up molecules of it at a time. It stenciled a cold, rigid frame around every kiss.
Cornell WoolrichTags: kiss prison goodbye noir farewell
I touch her cheek to slow the kiss down, holding her mouth on mine so I can feel every place where our lips touch and every place where they pull away. I savor the air we share in the second afterwards and the slip of her nose across mine. I think of something to say, but it is too intimate, so I swallow it. A moment later I decide I don't care.
"I wish we were alone," I say as I back out of the cell.
She smiles. "I almost always wish that.
Tags: love kiss affection four tris
He kissed her, and something moved between them, an unspoken bond pulling them together over what they had gone through and what they would face. But those memoires and thoughts faded away until there was nothing but the sensation of his lips on hers, the exchange of breath and the soft harmony of hearts beating. For one blissful moment they were nothing but feelings and physical sensation.
The moment lasted a very long time.
Tags: kiss
Nobody wants to kiss when they are hungry.
Dorothy DixLove is not complicated—just smile, hug, kiss, be kind, and repeat.
Richelle E. GoodrichTags: kindness love kiss smile hug richelle richelle-goodrich
A kiss says it all—
I like you.
I love you.
I need you.
I want you.
I value you.
I fancy you.
I adore you.
I prefer you.
I missed you.
I cherish you.
I support you.
I care for you.
I long for you.
I think of you.
I treasure you.
I hope for you.
I consider you.
I dream of you.
I delight in you.
I appreciate you.
And I will never, ever forget you.
Tags: love kissing kiss kisses richelle richelle-goodrich
Just think of me as a canvas and you as the paint, and try and imagine that we are creating a masterpiece that’s so beautiful, that no other piece of art could rival its beauty.” - Clint
Angela RichardsonTags: love kiss epic-love ultimate-kiss
Why may you not kiss me?” she had demanded. “Am I a corpse?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you find me less attractive now that weather and wind have scoured the bloom from my cheeks?”
“Skaytha, it’s nothing like that. If anything you are more beautiful now than when we lived on Skyrl. Often enough I have no breath when I look at you. You rob me of any other thoughts.”
“So you’re afraid my kisses will take what little brain you have left?”
“I’m afraid the angels will do something I don’t want them to do if I fly in the face of their commands, commands I can only assume are divine as well as angelic.”
“Did you ever think to ask them the reasons behind their demands?”
“When it is an angel I just want to get out of the conversation alive or at least without being struck dumb. So I don’t prolong the chat.”
“You might have wanted my kisses more than that. If you had any romance in you you’d have told them you were ready to fight ten legions of angels for my love.”
Hawk had reached out to hold her. “If I’d told them that they might have taken me up on it. Angels are not just useful for gallant flourishes the moment you declare your intention to battle all comers for the woman you love. Angels burn like fire and blaze like a hundred suns – they strike fear in my heart.”
She had pulled away from his embrace and jumped to her feet. “Oh, no, you don’t. If I’m not good enough to kiss I’m not good enough to take in your arms either. It’s angels or me. Make up your mind whom you fear more. Or love more.”
“I don’t love the angels.”
“Clearly you don’t love me either.”
They had been in a tipi. She’d gone to the opening, lifted the flap, bent, and stalked away, passing by warriors of the tribe with her head as high as a goddess and her back as straight as the shaft of the spear. The chief had poked his head in.
“All is well, Hawk?’ he had asked.
Hawk had learned their tongue.
“It couldn’t be better,” Hawk had responded. “Only being slain in battle would be greater than this.”
The chief had thought this over and laughed. "That would bring you great honor."
"I am in short supply of honor right now and such short supply never pleases a woman like her. Better to die at the end of a spear and have it for a few moments and win her back."
The chief had nodded. "Sound wisdom. Would you like to join a raiding party against our enemy tonight?"
"I couldn't be happier."
(from The Name of the Hawk, Book 2)
Tags: beauty romance kiss angels honor
And I love you, William." Kiss.
"You can make any changes you wish." Kiss.
"Thank you, but I love everything exactly as it is." Kiss.
"You will stay with me each night?" Kiss.
"Forever, and all day, too, until you are sick of me." Kiss.
"That will never happen!" Kiss.
"I can be annoying at times." Kiss.
"Do you truly think me a baby?" Kiss.
"Only occasionally, beloved, and in the most endearing way. Now hush and kiss me!"
Darcy complied with abundant enthusiasm.
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