kisses

When I kissed Brooks, it was like I__ been stun-gunned. But I was still conscious.__ebbie Mae__ eyebrows had gone way up. __wake but nobody home?___ell, maybe awake but somebody home with really, really bad judgment.

The first kiss is the deepest.""The last breath is the hardest.

I'd also learned something new. There was something really sexy about a man that kissed you, without stopping to ask first.

Oh how I had underestimated tender kisses.

He kisses my tears, and I laugh. This is a moment. I want to remember this moment. Every detail, every sense. It's one of those moments in life that makes everything else worth it. One of those moments that feels like an eternity of bliss in one tiny bite of time. It's one of those moments that falls from some heavenly plane to remind you that life can be wonderful.

In my opinion, giving a kiss is a much better prize than receiving one.

And so we are like flowers; and bloom only, when the sun, kisses us.

Although we shared a kiss or two you still have me on cloud nine from time to time and all I want is for you to be mine!

You need something," he said, and when I stared at him, he added, "Your face.""My face?""It's in need of my kisses.

Kisses could lie as well as words.

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

And you know what? My kisses are mine. I don't have to explain them to anyone, I'll give them out as I see fit and to whomever I want. Like money. Except that everyone has kisses, they're much more democratic, and a lot more dangerous too, since they put us all on the same level. And if you did the same, if we all did the same, the world might be a little more chaotic but a lot more fun.

I've heard people say that they lose themselves in a kiss. But in that moment, it was the opposite for me. I felt like I found myself. Not how I wished I was, or who I was afraid I was becoming, but who I really was.

Each in the most hidden sack keptthe lost jewels of memory,intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses,the fragment of public or private happiness.A few, the wolves, collected thighs,other men loved the dawn scratchingmountain ranges or ice floes, locomotives, numbers.For me happiness was to share singing,praising, cursing, crying with a thousand eyes.I ask forgiveness for my bad ways:my life had no use on earth.

People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.

Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.

We used to argue, fight and get angry, but we always ended our enmity with kisses and hugs.

A kiss_._.. is just a kiss_.Until it__ all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)