Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
A wild dissolving bliss
Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness
Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss
A dark seemful bliss remembering a midnight winter’s kiss.
If kissing is the language of love, then we have a lot to talk about.
And as he added smack by smack, in silent satisfaction, she sweetly gave the kisses back and said, Now that’s subtraction.
The best things in life are truly unseen, that’s why we close our eyes when we cry, kiss and dream.
Kisses kept are wasted;
Love is to be tasted.
There are some you love, I know;
Be not loathe to tell them so.
Lips go dry and eyes grow wet
Waiting to be warmly met.
Keep them not in waiting yet;
Kisses kept are wasted. – Edmund Vance Cooke
Whenever you feel a warm breeze brush against you, that’s the kiss I blew to you.
If kissing was just two people touching lips, it wouldn’t touch our hearts and bind our souls the way it does.