His kisses tapped into deep mines of memory, and the years that had separated us fell away as if they were nothing.
A kiss is a secret told to the mouth instead of the ear; kisses are the messengers of lo
And we were kissing like drowning people breathe—like suddenly we’d discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment.
The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodka honey.