I wish he meant it when he kissed me cause then I could look back and see someone who loved me but I can only go back and see someone who used me.
I love it when I am just walking away form kissing you good-bye and we both turn around at the some time to get just one more.
You changed my world with just one smile, you took my heart with just one kiss.
Since the first time you ran your fingers through my hair, since the first time our hands became one, since the first time your kisses took away my pain, I knew I’d never be the same.
If I reach for your hand, will you hold it? If I hold out my arms, will you hug me? If I go for your lips, will you kiss me? If I capture your heart, will you love me?
Your taste still lingers on my lips, like I’ve just placed them upon yours, and I starve for you.
I don’t love him… I just like to kiss him.
Why can’t you just tell me how you feel, because how you act is confusing me. You walk by me like I’m no one, you smile at me like I’m anyone, you hug me like I’m someone… but kiss, the way you kiss me, its as if I’m the only one.
There will always be people you can’t believe you were friends with, boys you can’t believe you kissed, and people you can’t believe you lived without… people change but if you’re lucky a certain few will change you.
Why do you like to kiss me, I don’t think I will ever know, but I will not complain now I’d rather kiss and wonder how from nights last dusk to early dawn we’ll kiss until you’re gone.
I can’t just drift away from you, I can’t get on with my life and not give you a second thought. When I kissed you that night, walking away stopped being an option.
Why is it we always fall for our best friends? Is it because we know we can trust them? Is it because we know them so well? Is it because of the way they know exactly what’s going on in our heads? Or is it because they are there any day, anytime, anywhere without the promise of kisses, intimate touches or whispered sentiments of love? I think we love them because they are there when there is nothing in it for them except for that little glimmer of hope that maybe someday there will be.
Some people say ‘never kiss a friend because that friend will forever be lost’ but what if the only person you are looking for is that friend you’ve never kissed.
Why do we close our eyes when we dream? When we cry? When we imagine? When we kiss? Because the most beautiful things in this world are unseen.
Laying there with your arms around me I felt so comfortable and safe. My heart was beating a mile a minute having you so close to me. As you played with my hair and kissed me I couldn’t help but smile straight from my heart. I could see how much you cared from the look in your eyes. It made me never want to let you go. To just stay wrapped in your arms forever. Where nothing else matters but you and me.
He was so imperfect already, I could only imagine what structural damage lay beneath but still, as he kissed me, it didn’t seem to matter.
Kissing him was like standing on the edge of the world. It was like all my best memories rolled into one. Fifty new dressed. A song I couldn’t live without. The sun on my skin.
All in all, I have no regrets. The sun still shines, the sun still sets. The heart forgives, the heart forgets. One more kiss, even though it’s come to this. I’ll close my eyes and make a wish… hoping you’ll remember.
I am perfectly happy being his friend, in fact I love it… I just have this incredible urge to kiss him, that doesn’t go away… and this feeling that we would be perfect together.
This could be so much more. So much more than a casual kiss, and a quick caress beneath the sheets. This really could be the beginning of something, something that’s takes us both somewhere, that translates both of us. Changes us. And we can only do it together.
A kiss is just a kiss till you find the one you love… a hug is just a hug till you find the one your always thinking of… a dream is just a dream till it comes true… love is just a word till it’s proven to you.
I don’t wanna miss one smile, I don’t wanna miss one kiss. I just wanna stay here with you just like this.
Kisses are like tears… the only real ones are the ones you can’t hold back.
The first kiss is the passionate one; it’s the one filled by desire and attraction and all that. But the second one is rational; you get time to think about it, worry and over analyze. Most women prefer that first kiss, but I’m partial to the second one because it’s about something more.