Kisses

Kissing.

To Kiss.

How wonderful can a kiss be?

A pledge, a seal. A gift. Passionate. Edgy.

I just don't seem to kiss enough.:(
 
His kiss actually tingled, like a mild current, pins and needles spreading over skin. His scent, dry, soft and slightly spicy, was in the air. His arms, both of them strong enough to bend steel, wrapping gently. His kiss was a faint pressure, making no demands, sharing rather than taking.
 
*breezes through with a run by :kiss:ing for the sexy man in the blanket*


hiya
 
this is my favourite kissing poem


To A Kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.

Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Robert Burns
 
this is my favourite kissing poem


To A Kiss
Humid seal of soft affections,
Tend'rest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss.

Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infants' play,
Dove-like fondness, chaste concession,
Glowing dawn of brighter day.

Sorrowing joy, adieu's last action,
Ling'ring lips, -- no more to join!
What words can ever speak affection
Thrilling and sincere as thine!

Robert Burns
who'd of thought a scot would write a poem about kissing.

Now i know for a fact that they are good at it, just not the sort to write about it
 
One of my favouite kisses are involve the collarbone, and the neck. They're demanding kisses on innocent, unsuspecting surfaces. That involve more then just lips. The kiss cradles my skin, leaves a mark upon my flesh, sets a smoldering burn within the nerves.
 
“All this is about a fucking kiss in that stupid game of spin the fucking bottle? Well shit I would kiss you just to shut you up!”

“You wouldn’t lower yourself to kiss me, miss high and mighty!”

“OH! I wouldn’t?”
With that Kim launched herself at Adam, smashing her lips against his. Adam was caught off guard and grabbed Kim in an effort to keep his balance, but it was too late, he tumbled onto his back pulling Kim on top of him.

She thrust her tongue into Adam’s mouth savagely. This wasn’t the end of the fight just a continuation of it by other means. Adam parried her tongue and launched an assualt of his own slipping past her tongue deep into her mouth.

He grabbed her ass through the sleeping bag pulling her down on his leg. She grabbed the back of his head and redoubled her attack on his mouth. Their tongues slid and slithered, fencing for an advantage. Their battered lips sucked harder neither of them wanting to be the one to break the kiss and admit their loss.
 
One of my favouite kisses are involve the collarbone, and the neck. They're demanding kisses on innocent, unsuspecting surfaces. That involve more then just lips. The kiss cradles my skin, leaves a mark upon my flesh, sets a smoldering burn within the nerves.
oooo those are some of my fav's too...both to give and recieve
 
“All this is about a fucking kiss in that stupid game of spin the fucking bottle? Well shit I would kiss you just to shut you up!”

“You wouldn’t lower yourself to kiss me, miss high and mighty!”

“OH! I wouldn’t?”
With that Kim launched herself at Adam, smashing her lips against his. Adam was caught off guard and grabbed Kim in an effort to keep his balance, but it was too late, he tumbled onto his back pulling Kim on top of him.

She thrust her tongue into Adam’s mouth savagely. This wasn’t the end of the fight just a continuation of it by other means. Adam parried her tongue and launched an assualt of his own slipping past her tongue deep into her mouth.

He grabbed her ass through the sleeping bag pulling her down on his leg. She grabbed the back of his head and redoubled her attack on his mouth. Their tongues slid and slithered, fencing for an advantage. Their battered lips sucked harder neither of them wanting to be the one to break the kiss and admit their loss.

I'd like to go fencing with you ;) :kiss:
 
kisses have left a hot moist trail from your neck, between your breasts, down your body... the next kiss lands on the flat of your hip, hands slide over your skin, just grazing your body, as the kisses march their way down the inside of your leg...slowly the kisses march closer and closer...
 
What makes a great first kiss?

First of all, you've got to know it's probably not going to be fireworks. It's weird feeling, and new and exciting. But, man, the first one is just odd. It's a strange idea, to be sure. But worth it. Being sober, I think, is a good idea. Some people have had horrible experiences that they don't want to remember, and, of course, you have to respect that, too.
 
What makes a great first kiss?

First of all, you've got to know it's probably not going to be fireworks. It's weird feeling, and new and exciting. But, man, the first one is just odd. It's a strange idea, to be sure. But worth it. Being sober, I think, is a good idea. Some people have had horrible experiences that they don't want to remember, and, of course, you have to respect that, too.

We say goodnight on my front porch... we mumble our goodnights, but neither one willing to go... he leans forward, threading his hand through my hair to wrap around my neck.. I lean closer and lick my lips... he looks deeply into my eyes one last time before the softness of our lips join, molding together, fueling the fire of a great first date.
 
coming home, a bit disgruntled to have left the party early, i stumble towards the front door and am surprised by him waiting. we step inside and a few pleasantries are exchanged, the niceties of new friends before need sets in. he reaches forward and cups my face in his hands, kissing me such that i can feel how much he wants me. i lean in and press my body the length of him to return the desire without words. the kiss deepens and unfurls. tongues touch fleetingly then linger before we break briefly to nibble lips and catch our breath. as he leans me back into the wall i think that he could just kiss me all night..



or so it would have been nice *grin*....

hiya my sexy blanket man. so, how were the waffles? *grin*:kiss:
 
We say goodnight on my front porch... we mumble our goodnights, but neither one willing to go... he leans forward, threading his hand through my hair to wrap around my neck.. I lean closer and lick my lips... he looks deeply into my eyes one last time before the softness of our lips join, molding together, fueling the fire of a great first date.
hmmm.... somehow first dates never work out that well for me.
 
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